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Submitted to Contest #149
Nobody Knows The flickering, buzzing lightbulb in the crystal chandelier of her mother’s bedroom woke Sylvia up from a delicious nap. It was cleaning day and her mother had yet to bring in the ladder that would reach up to the top of the vaulted ceiling so that the bulb could be changed. Her father had wired the chandelier the best he could, which wasn’t good enough. Just like the insulation under the bedroom floor and the plumbing job in the main bath wasn’t good enough. Her mother, Agnes, like in Agnes of God, called...
Submitted to Contest #148
To say that the noisy neighbors were next door, with loud arguments between a wife and her husband about one thing or another, was an overstatement. They did that of course from time to time, with pots and pans clanging, screaming and the like; but it was we who were the noisy neighbors. The four of us were living in an off-campus apartment with cheap furniture, cheap beer cans every where and a more or less constant party, if one could call it that. A party in those days was where everyone was supposed to have fun dancing and gett...
Submitted to Contest #147
“You can’t recover until you know what you are recovering from.” And once you recover, complaining doesn’t help change anything. “It’s like trying to turn a pickle back into a cucumber. You are a pickle now.” Anonymous David wouldn’t have believed that he had become a pickle, but he was certain that he was in one. He had been confined to a psychi...
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