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Weekly Contest #221
The silence around the dining room table was nearly deafening. The occasional clink of silverware against ceramic plates provided the only relief from the constant ringing in Sasha's ears. "So, I guess we're just not going to talk about it then?" She asked sheepishly, looking down at her hands in her lap. More silence. More clinking. Sasha worked up the nerve to glance around the table, and not one of them had even looked up from their dinner plate. She turned her eyes to the ceiling to keep the tears welling in her eyes from running down h...
Weekly Contest #97
Kids will kids. That’s the saying, isn’t it? Cassie gulped hard, swallowing the burning anger that had been rising from the pit of her stomach. Turning the baseball over in her hand, she walked over to inspect the damage. Glass crunched under her well-worn espadrilles. The warm summer air was being forcefully sucked into the room through the hole now adorning the bottom corner of her privacy-tinted picture window. The forced air caused the sheers to do a small dance, and she longed to feel that breeze on her face. Carefully, she side-stepp...
Weekly Contest #42
I left her waiting once. It's been many years ago now. I left her sitting and waiting anxiously at a train station. Her knees bounced up and down in anticipation, she wrung her hands out of nervousness. She waited there alone, for so many hours, as one train after another arrived and departed. Her heart breaking a little more as she watched each one leave the station. I’m sure that so many questions were running through her mind: Is he okay? Did I do something wrong? Is it my fault? Is he hurt? Is he with another woman? Did he leave me? I...
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