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Submitted to Contest #219
Love Notes From Afghanistan My husband Paul had been serving in Afghanistan for almost a year now and, oh, how the kids and I missed him. Sure, we could Face Time once a week when he wasn’t out on a mission, but I craved his smell and the warmth of his breath on my face. For the kids, it was a bedtime cuddle. Willow our youngest was fifteen-months old now. He'd missed her first tooth, the first time she took a step and many other things that dad's enjoyed. She would and run to the laptop calling say Dada, Dada, she didn’t understand. Eig...
Submitted to Contest #218
The Black Cadillac A train whizzed past, a car horn sounded and then someone, a male from the depth of the voice, screamed. ‘What are you doing, Susan? Trying to get us killed?’ What sounded like a scuffled ensued. My heart pounded, should I interfere or close the window and pretend nothing was happening? I was a pacifist and usually chose to stay out of any confrontation, but this was different, someone’s life could be at stake. I had to do something. It was a dark night; clouds covered the moon. My senses were heightened by the prospect ...
Submitted to Contest #217
Something Ventured Something Gained Martin Rogers, a television producer and impresario, was not actually friend of mine but our paths had crossed. I’d heard of the parties he threw at his centuries old estate in Massachusetts. My friend, Kate had once been his guest and said they weren’t to be missed. ‘I won’t tell you about them, Elizabeth, instead I’ll arrange for you to get an invite and you can make up your own mind.’ True to her word, an invitation arrived the following week. The envelope had a wax seal with the letters MR on top of ...
Submitted to Contest #216
What Happened To John The wheels rattled over the tracks. A conversation, an interesting one, roused me from my semi conscious sleep. I shouldn’t have been asleep; I had, after all, paid handsomely for this journey. I needed to take it all in. ‘He’s got five years, I wish it was more but that’s how it is,’ a middle-aged woman said. ‘There’s always a chance that things might change. Who knows with the way...
Submitted to Contest #214
A Tale Of The Unexpected Our summer vacations nearly always ended abruptly. I asked myself why did Daddy takes us to such places, different all of them, off the beaten track. If it had been the South of France or a delicious Greek Island, I could have been happy but it was mainly some overpopulated South American city, Columbia mainly. We went there five times in all. Now don’t get me wrong, Bogota has a lot going for it. It’s charming cobbled streets and multi-coloured houses could have you thinking you were in the Cinque Terre or the Am...
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