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Submitted to Contest #212
CW: Mentions of substance abuse, mental health issues, and death. Mama, It’s almost your birthday. You would have been sixty-eight, but you never made it past fifty-eight. I’m lucky, I guess. A lot of people lose a parent, or both parents, when they’re really young. I was twenty-five. The age when you’re supposed to be coming out of your wild youth and merging onto, or at least close to, your life path. Not me though. I didn’t have a wild youth. I had a wild you. My youth was spent navigating the consequences of your mistakes and vowing ...
Submitted to Contest #167
"So what do you think?" Gabriel leaned against the lobby counter, his elbows firmly planted on the faux marble. All the better to act as a prop for his head in his hands while he waited for an answer to the question he had just asked. Cristina stared up at him from her the chair behind the counter where she had been busy with clerical tasks to wrap up the end of her shift at the hotel for the day. Her incredulous expression and the slow shake of her head starkly juxtaposed themselves against Gabriel's obvious excitement. "Gabes, babes. I...
Submitted to Contest #166
"There's already people lining up outside," said Rebecca by the front window from which she peeked out. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but punctuated by loud groan that resonated all too well with me as it carried across the sandwich shop to where I stood preparing table settings for the Home for the Hollindaise gourmet sandwich and sauce tasting event. We had been advertising it for months leading up to the first weekend of December and it had clearly paid off. The familiar feeling of dread that preceded every event we hosted at PB&a...
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