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Submitted to Contest #313
There was no choice but to return on the path that led me into the woods. It was the only exit, the trail boxed in on three sides by towering pine trees looming over the narrow clearing like timeworn sentinels. Their limbs stretched like arms, draped in bluish-green needles that filtered the sun’s rays as they traveled toward the mossy ground below. I’d run this trail dozens of times before—drawn by the minty aroma of the trees, the musty scent of the forest ground, and the solitude it offered. But something about this afternoon felt differe...
Submitted to Contest #235
This is my favorite time of year to run in the Park. The sweet, fresh scent of Kwanzan and Yoshino cherry blossom trees fills my nostrils as their branches stretch toward the reservoir basin like long, slender arms, creating a living arch for parkgoers to pass under. Rhododendron Mile is just ahead, where a riot of pink and purple flowers will flank me on either side. The promise of renewal and hope the season brings lifts my spirit after a long, cold winter in the City. Tranquil as it is on the Bridle Path this morning, reminder...
Submitted to Contest #162
Sally peers over the top of her menu following laughter from the other side of the restaurant. “They’re having fun,” Paulette observes as she, too, watches them. Margie follows their gaze to a table where eight young men, teenagers, are eating, talking, and generally enjoying themselves. Soon, Patty and Karen join their friends in watching this raucous group. ...
Submitted to Contest #151
“Did you check the mail this morning?” I look up from the other side of the table where I sit with my morning coffee and toast, trying in vain to finish the news article I’ve already invested twenty minutes in. “Benny, it’s too early for the mail, we’ve only just gotten up. Are you expecting something?” The sweet scent of cinnamon drifts from his bowl of oatmeal, much of which he appears to be wearing. Remnants of his napkin, torn into dozens of pieces, now float atop the coffee in his cup. “Robbie said she sent me a ...
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