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Submitted to Contest #333
The porcelain plate held down the memorial card from his wife’s funeral, its crisp white edge pinning the sunflowers and blue jays to the table. The last of the guests had already gone, the house empty again. Snow fell quietly as thick flakes passed the dining room window. The same window where they once watched their children play in the yard. Where he used to stand with his coffee, watching her garden take shape after the abundance that April always brought. Now there was only the table. And his plate. It sat in front of him, clean and unt...
Submitted to Contest #330
There were no words to be had. None that could accurately and completely describe the true depths to which my heart had been inflicted with their disappearance. They did not come home. I was alone, and it was my new reality. It settled over me with the slow certainty of something that would not lift. Something that I did not choose but was thrust onto me with little regard for how irrevocable orphanhood was. I needed them. And, they were taken from me. When I entered our home for the first time since they left me, it all felt… off. The hom...
Submitted to Contest #329
“See, here is the thing.” I am being lectured by the stranger next to me at the blackjack table. “You have to only bring what you are willing to lose.” His thick black mustache, Southern drawl, and flannel jacket contrast with his weathered face and thinning hairline. “Until you are good enough to win. Y’all have to be prepared to lose.” He is winning. Again. Annoyingly. And if it is routine, he shows a twenty. It is my turn now, and I show an unfortunate four. I tap my finger on the table twice. Six. Tap. Tap. One. Tap. Tap. Eight. The ...
Submitted to Contest #328
The morning fog clears paths for me. The dew that clings to the grass shakes as I take my flight. I am called Stillwing. It is not a name given to me by friends or family; it is one that I have picked. For generations my wings have fluttered and sent out small vibrations through the air that ripple and lightly shake the crisp leaves that clutter my space. I have been called a hummingbird by children of all sorts who have chased me through my woods over the years. I have seen beavers, squirrels, deer, and frogs make their homes and lose them ...
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