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Submitted to Contest #57
LITTLE OLD LADY Susan W. Hudson Once upon a time, in a bustling southern town, there lived a little old lady. She lived with her two girl cats and her beloved girl dog in a small, quaint house. One day, the little old lady noticed some activity in and around the empty house next to hers. “Oh my, I’m getting new neighbors!” The little old lady was thrilled. “I hope they are nice,” she thought. The little old lady watched as the new neighbors moved their belongings into the house. Several days passed before she got a chance to meet them. S...
Submitted to Contest #56
ALWAYS ROOM FOR ONE MORE Susan W. Hudson One day in the winter of 2007, I walked into the grooming room at the county animal shelter, where I volunteered, to find several people talking to the ceiling. Of course, I was curious. Shelter employees and volunteers alike had formed a tight little circle. They were craning their necks and baby-talking at the ceiling. When I asked what they were looking at, they said, “the attic cat.” “What!!!” I exclaimed in surprise. “The attic cat,” they repeated. I broke through ...
Submitted to Contest #55
Secret Society for Genius Males Only Susan W. Hudson It was the sweltering summer that Jonah Christenson turned fourteen years old. He was a typical teenage boy. His limbs were long and gangly. His hair was light brown, tousled by the wind, and lightened by the sun and saltwater. His eyes were light brown. He was already tanned and freckled. It was also the first summer since Jonah has started the Secret Society for Genius Males Only. Jonah lived in a rustic house with his dad, Jonathan Christenson. The house was still filled ...
Submitted to Contest #54
Dream Deferred Susan W. Hudson I performed my final duty of the day as a Customer Service Representative at a centrally located bank in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. At five o’clock sharp, one of the other CSR’s and I locked the two outside doors to the bank. We unlocked the doors to let lingering customers out, but nobody came in. It had been a long, busy day, and I was ready to go home. I drove to my apartment, checked on my younger son, and changed into comfortable clothes. I decided to walk down to the mailboxes to check my ma...
Submitted to Contest #53
ORANGE CRUSH Susan W. Hudson Sandy and I sat on the grey rock-wall ledge that surrounded Rock Creek Park swimming pool. We scarfed down our creamsicles (“Dreamsicles,” as we called them), as fast as we could without suffering an ice cream headache. We savored every bite. These delicious treats were not widely available in grocery stores back then. Ice cream trucks had become popular, but not in rural North Carolina. We could always count on getting our treats at the little concession-stand at the park. We were brave, innocent...
Submitted to Contest #52
STORMY WEATHER AHEAD Susan W. Hudson The supermarket was warm, despite the much-anticipated blizzard that had just begun. It was a couple of hours ahead of the predicted time, hitting just as Court ended at 5:00 p.m and she left work for the day. Since the market was just a block and a half away from her apartment, Kylie thought she would have time to pick up a few items and hoof it home before the storm was full-blown. Suddenly, deep in the market, Kylie felt a cold chill climb up her spine and massage her scalp. She realized th...
Submitted to Contest #49
Waiting for the Angels Orla - October, 2007: Oh my goodness; here she comes. Here she comes! I am so happy it is her day! Although I don’t know much about days except they come after sleeps, I was thinking it must be time for her to be here. I keep an eye on her and wait while she checks kennel cards to see who has walked and who has not (as she was trained to do). I do not wait patiently; I jump as high as I can and bark as loud as I can. I like her so much. She is the BEST volunteer ever. She takes me for long walks on the tra...
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