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Submitted to Contest #222
It’s Not Always The Way It Looks She sat slumped over on the red-flowered couch in my office. Her hair, a dingy blonde with dark roots, was greasy and her face was stained with old makeup and fresh tears. The police officer stood between us, his rough hands resting on his thick belt which held handcuffs, a radio, and the ever-present tazer. “I found her behind the school, near the apartments...
Submitted to Contest #185
Daddy Was A Saver My Daddy was a “saver.” A procurer of particulars...a frugal forager. It was probably because he was a product of the Depression, but for whatever reason, if you needed ‘it,’ he had it, at least one and an alternate. When Daddy passed away we found boxes full of souvenirs, balls of twine, ink pens, jars of nails and business cards. We found his report cards, measuring tapes, hundreds of bank statements and thousands of photographs labeled neatly into chronological albums. There were boxes, bags, and ...
Submitted to Contest #116
He Who Is In A Hurry Always Arrives Late Georgian Proverb I was running, clutching my purse and holding my powder blue Samsonite train case. My dad was saying, “Hurry, Nan! We’re so late! I’m afraid you’ll miss your flight.” We rounded the corner of the parking garage and headed down the stairs. Six foot two, sixty years old, and still in good shape, my dad was ahead of me, flying down the stairwell when I tripped. I felt the air go out of me, and when I opened my eyes he was peering down at me and as...
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