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Weekly Contest #255
“You remember him throwing the ketchup bottle against the wall but don’t remember what their argument was about? You expect us to believe that?”“That did stand out in my mind. Yes, sir.”Some lawyer he’s turning out to be. Where did they find this guy? Cindy pictured the bottle whizzing past, not far above her head, then blood and glass going everywhere—like it was happening now.OK, it wasn’t real blood, but what splattered on her mama, the floor, and the ceiling sure looked like it. And it could have been, with a different twist of Daddy’s w...
Weekly Contest #253
“What do you mean you aren’t going?” Minnie’s words cut to the quick.“It’s just that I have to look after some things here. You know I had intended to be there." Mae was answering, but her voice sounded like someone else’s even to herself.“This isn’t you, Mae. I’ve never seen you taking a step back from anything. Are you sure you’re OK?” Before she could answer a feeble voice called her from the back room. “Mae? Could you get me a fresh glass of water? My throat is so dry.” Mae cringed at the intrusion, but tied up her conversation with...
Weekly Contest #252
8/1/23 “But he is so nice most of the time.”8/15/23 “How could I have made him this mad?”8/30/23 “John loves my family, and they love him. What’s wrong with me?”9/5/23 “I have to work on myself. He wants me to be the best I can be. This extra weight…”Chrisanne had nothing new to say to her journal tonight, just browsed through what she’d recorded the last few weeks. There was no mistaking the down-shift. She cringed over recent entries, remembering the glee she felt a few months back.The words left her limp and lifeless. Her man—John had ins...
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