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Submitted to Contest #306
Echoes of a Journey Feb 15 Lying on my blanket, I feel nothing. My body is numb. I can’t scream, cry, or feel. I still hear the voice of the uniformed grim reaper at my door. “There has been and accident. We’re sorry to inform you that your husband has succumbed to his injury. Please come to the… The words faded into oblivion as my body melted into the cold, dead floor. Feb 21 I’m in my secret place. No one knows where I am. I’m sitting on top of my favorite dune, between the patches of dune grasses. This is my s...
Submitted to Contest #300
Missing You My legs are bowed out, knees trembling. My skin is like that of a shar pei puppy. Pushing my walker slowly over the gravel, people stare at me wondering if I’ll make it to the raft. I have to, so I will. My grandson, a spitting image of me in my youth, asked the other visitors to give us a few minutes alone on the raft as this would be my last time. They were gracious folks. Gliding gently across the Kitchitikipi, I see the rich greens and blues of the deep spring-fed wonder. Below, deep in the center, lie dark, moss-covered log...
Submitted to Contest #295
INVISIBLE ENTRY Laura bolted upright in her sleeping bag. Deathly silence surrounded her in the eerie purply twilight. There were no cricket chirps, no goose honks, no early morning birds’ songs, just an almost inaudible, pulsating hum overhead. Beside her, Jon was already sitting upright, intently listening to their surroundings. “Jon, what is it?” she whispered. "I don’t know. I’m just listening for noise, something.” He held his finger to his lips. “Nothing’s moving. Do you suppose it’s a bear?” Jon was not one to scare easily. ...
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