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Submitted to Contest #69
"Where's the marshmallows?" Kari muttered, peering into the pantry."There'll be plenty of sugar in the pies already, with Susie baking them." Kari's father winked at Susan, his new wife of six months."I'm all the sugar you'll need this year." Susan teased him back. "Sugar free, egg free pumpkin is what's going in the oven."Kari was not amused. "We always put marshmallows on our sweet potato casserole.""Not this year. Your father needs to cut back on sweets. In fact, we're skipping the sweet potatoes altogether. Doctor's orders." Susan turned...
Submitted to Contest #68
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives and no matter what it cost her, Savannah was determined to make this dream wedding a reality. She gently brushed her fingertips in a circular motion against the center of the window pane, gazing down on the empty street below through the patch of fog she'd managed to clear. Her warm breath quickly filled that tiny space up again, and she turned away, disappointed. Where was the florist? Rain was supposed to bring good luck, not bad. If only her mother hadn't insisted on her getting marr...
Submitted to Contest #67
Bullets. There was no other word to describe the steady sting pelting her bare back. Dana stood beneath the shower head hoping the steam would bring clarity to her rampant thoughts. Salty tears mingled with the rivulets of hot water dripping from her chin and pooling down her heaving chest. She couldn't erase the tangled web of today's memories any more than she could forget her own birthday. She shut her eyes tight, blocking out the power of sight, unable to trust the vision repeatedly playing back and forth in her mind. Her best friend s...
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