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Weekly Contest #103
She considered herself lucky. She had a home, two healthy sons, a job, smattering of decent friends here in the Holy City and from whence she came. By most accounts she was not lacking in basic needs, but her joints and painful gait gave a warning, a tell-tale sign that she was lacking in vitamins and in self-love - two very necessary features for a healthy life. Her hair shed as well, blond strings that attached themselves to bedding, throw pillows, and leftovers on plastic plates. She ate from plastic - less fuss, less mess, le...
Weekly Contest #81
There was little tying the woman to Didier except his beautiful name and heated apartment. Didier, the man with the lovely continental name and warm home did not show love to the woman. In fact, he had a girlfriend, a cosmetician from another town. In all respects, the woman was an easy and available convenience to Didier. It was a fact that the woman accepted and sometimes even relished. It fed into her wounded side that sought recognition and physical touch almost at all costs. Over time that side grew larger and heavier, and the woman, fe...
Weekly Contest #68
It had been twenty-four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. And as before, it made her bilious. Seeing it shook her memory and made her queasy, the same queasiness she felt as a child when her father drove passed the building to reach school. The adjacent 34th precinct did not bother her. It could have. It serviced some of the worst areas in the city, but it was that dirty brown-red brick building facing the precinct that did it. The brown-red shade would make her ill and make her days start long and cold e...
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