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Submitted to Contest #27
Rev. Douglas Whitmore raised his five daughters alone following the death of his wife, Alma. She was the green pastures and still waters to his fire and brimstone. “Daddy preached hell and damnation, while Momma clothed the damned and fed the hell-bound,” my mother explained. “She didn’t deserve to go the way she did.”My grandmother died in a house fire trying to save her infant son, Douglas Whitmore, Jr. My grandfather had taken his girls to town to get ice cream. Someone told him they’d seen a fire truck headed down his road.&nbs...
Submitted to Contest #22
Eva frantically rummaged through her blue leather tote. They’ve got to be in here somewhere, she thought, as she pulled out old CVS receipts, gum wrappers, an extra phone charger, hair pins, unused Kleenex, notepads, pens, everything she seemingly needed to hold her life together, except the one thing she desperately sought. Why couldn’t she find her sleeping pills? There had to be some left. She only took them once or twice a month, max. Those were the nights that she knew if she didn’t take something, she’d be sitting in fr...
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