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Submitted to Contest #92
Just as he was beginning to fall asleep, he heard a quick shuffling on the gray, concrete of the vestibule floor, just on the other side of the gray wall. It sounded like slippers tiptoeing and coats swishing against each other. Light whispers creeped through the air. Finding their way through the darkness into cracks in the gray stone walls like snakes. Curiosity overtook him. This was the moment to make his move, it would be his big break. If he caught these runners then they’d have to give him the job he had worked so hard to get. The job...
Submitted to Contest #76
Every day I watch thousands of people pass me on the street thinking me a fool and paying me no mind. For all they see is an old Indian woman, planted on the cold, stone sidewalk. Long, gray hair down to the breasts, wearing a faded coral dress and a pale lavender shawl with little gold spots on the borders around the shoulders. But if they stopped to look closer they would see the rough, scarred hands of a cook. The silver wedding band, no larger than a piece of thread, from a deceased husband. The wrinkles on my face that have each a story...
Submitted to Contest #71
I could smell the woody, fresh scent of the evergreen wreath as I hung it in our bakery window. The little, sparkly lights and rough pine cones sway as I adjust the wreath from side to side, trying to decide where it looks best. I could almost hear my grandmother’s soft, frail voice saying,” Make sure it’s right in the middle of the window. We need to eclipse the Parten’s window if we want any chance at beating them this year.” My grandmother passed away a couple years ago, from breast cancer. It really shook my mum. She went on a hun...
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