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I step outside, quietly closing the front door, and take a deep breath. A fine mist hangs in the air, stagnant, drops suspended in time, just waiting. For what, I do not know. Maybe they are as confused and uncertain as I am. The gentle movement of the porch swing beckons me to sit. I cross the wooden boards, desperate for the soothing comfort of the swing’s back-and-forth rhythm and a few minutes of comfort. I lean forward, propping my elbows on my knees, and glance toward the porch boards, only then realizing my bare feet. In my haste...
Submitted to Contest #132
“Are you there God? It’s me, Josie.” My chest and legs burn as I run through the surf, each footprint immediately washed away, leaving behind no trace of me. Sand and water spray the backs of my legs. My knotted oily brown hair whips around in the wind, hitting me in my face. I stop under the pier and position myself behind a wide leg. Inhale in, two, three. Exhale out, two, three. The rise and fall of my chest begins to slow as I work to control my breathing. I wipe the tears off of my cheeks and beach sand sticks to my face. I examine th...
Submitted to Contest #129
Hope Stewart set down the receiver of the phone and sighed. Turning to the laptop on the counter, she opened the weather app, and stared at the screen. “Excuse me,” a smart looking man wearing khaki pants and a wool sweater said, interrupting her thoughts. “My name is Jasper Cooper. I am in town for the night to interview Mr. Marcus Cole. I’m wondering if he has checked in yet? My cell phone died.” Hope’s cheeks grew warm as she studied the gorgeous specimen in front of her. His black hair and baby blue eyes seemed like a contradiction of sw...
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