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Submitted to Contest #52
The police car drew up alongside me, pulled over, and stopped. I stopped walking. There’s something about the police that makes you feel guilty even if you haven’t done anything. I watched as a short lady cop got out of the car and came over to me. It was dark and the snow, heavy all day, was still coming down. I couldn’t see her very clearly. “Excuse me?” Her voice was gruff. It was pretty late and there was no one else around. I could see a gun strapped to the tight belt around her waist. I felt a little scared. “Yes?” I tri...
I lay still, in the darkness. It was cold. I knew where I was when I felt the thin hospital blanket covering to my ankles and saw my feet, bare and defenceless in the dim light. Muted noises were distinguishable outside the room. I peeked through my lids, swollen (with crying probably) and heavy. I could see a small window in the door and through it, the tops of people’s heads passed back and forth. The cell. I was in the cell. The window was high in the door of the cell, I knew. I must have been bad. I felt down my body, through ...
Submitted to Contest #12
The thing about working in a drug dispensary day in, day out, is that you get to know the small ensemble of staff pretty well. And another thing is, because you’re dealing with medication that can harm people, there is a fairly high level of stress. One mistake can cause a lot of damage. But I think it’s quite difficult for any group of humans, working in a small space, perhaps getting on each other’s nerves, not to make any mistakes. When I joined the pharmacy that first day, the staff told me that the other regular pharmacist wa...
Submitted to Contest #11
My father was recently diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, so I’ve been reading articles about memory loss. Losing your memory seems to be a fearful thing. I read that a person’s memory of a past incident will remain strong if they experienced emotion at the time of the incident. When I consider a very clear memory I have of an incident that happened 40-odd years ago, I am unsure what emotions I experienced at the time. I was six years’ old. The incident, or perhaps I should call it the accident, was probably most emotional for my moth...
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