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Submitted to Contest #251
Warning: Vague references to abusive relationships. I could feel LeeLee’s gaze on me as I kept my own eyes steadily trained on the water cup in front of me. It was one of those textured brown cola cups that I remember vaguely from pictures of the 90’s. Either this diner has the oldest cups ever or they found a retro restaurant supply to help drive home their diner theme. Hugging a cold cup in my hands was something I liked to do to help me keep myself grounded in the moment. But I knew LeeLee wouldn’t let me drift away even if I want...
Submitted to Contest #195
Trigger Warning: This story contains several brief references to physical violence, medical trauma and repeated profanity. “What are you doing?” Matteson asked as he strode into the break room. Matteson’s right hand absently traveled to the radio on his waist and turned the sound down as far as it would go. General break room etiquette. “Why Matteson? You want in?” Smith mumbled. “I don’t know. Just being polite I guess. I really just want to heat up my lunch.” He reached into the fridge and the fridge light poured out. The break...
Submitted to Contest #153
September 1st, Dear Caroline, It has been 3 years since I have seen you or spoken with you. I miss you. I understand why you haven’t spoken to me… I put you at risk, I put your kids at risk and I destroyed your home. In your shoes, I guess I wouldn’t be speaking to me either. But I still miss you. And I guess I wanted to make sure you knew that. Everyone here at the prison is assigned to a social worker. They are not all cut from the same cloth. I think I have one of the better ones. My SW’s name is Abigail. Abigail told me recently ...
Submitted to Contest #151
“I didn’t set out in life to be your side chick,” Rashell said quietly, “or anyone’s side chick for that matter,” She tried to sound more resolute as she put her car into park. “Rashell,” Max turned in the passenger seat to face her, “Come on Shell, look at me,” Rashell turned and looked at Max and he continued, “I know I said I would leave Lisa for you… and I meant it. I really meant it…. I do mean it. I will leave Lisa. But, leaving someone you’ve been married to awhile, it’s not easy. There’s a lot of nuance, there’s a like, I don...
Submitted to Contest #129
“So how does one get into this line of work,” I asked nervously. Sitting across from me was a thoroughly intimidating woman. It wasn’t so much her appearance. It was just her presence. Something about the way she sat in the room. She was very fit and pretty trim but somehow, just seemed to take up space. Her hair was thick and a striking ombre jet black to crimson red. The type of hair that made an impression. And then of course, there was the room itself. Not by any means a traditional office, something of an alcove off to the side of an in...
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