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Weekly Contest #152
The physician pulled the drapery to the doorway and glanced into the room to the bed where the young girl was laying with the covers pulled up to her neck. He met the dark brown eyes, shaped into a plea. From the door he noted the droplets of sweat streaming down her brow and the deathly-pale complexion of her face and hands. He saw the rags with circles of red on the nearby table. The doctor released the drape It is schachepheth. The white plague How can you diagnose her from the door? Go in and treat her I cannot go in We are paying yo...
Weekly Contest #151
Part One It was late in the fall of Oliver’s Kindergarten year. He was ready for school, but it was still half an hour before the bus would arrive. He had risen early to help his grandfather, Charles Walker, wash the car The car needed to be washed before he left for work, because he has a very important meeting today Oliver dipped his hand in the bucket and felt the cold, soapy water. He watched the suds float around while Charles scrubbed. His face was stern and unforgiving of the bird droppings on his windshield Oliver listened to a b...
Weekly Contest #150
Part One Debbie Hampton was beginning her evening routine of shutting off the lights around her home. By the end of each night only one light would be left on She never turned out the lamp in the living room that was over the first family photo that had both her husband, David, and her son She had told David that she would always leave a light on for him When she was nearly finished, and passed the closed bedroom door of her son, Jamison, she could hear that he was laughing loudly to himself She listened closely to the door for a moment...
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