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Submitted to Contest #285
Waiting RoomByTed Harrison It was the most recent periodical in the stack. Otherwise he wouldn't pick up an alumni review. Especially one from a college he hadn’t attended. A nurse called one of the other two people in the doctor’s waiting room.He leaned back and thumbed through the journal and came to the announcement. Unlike the age of the review, her picture-image from a yearbook no doubt was from a time long past. The black and white on the page didn’t keep him from knowing those deep, brown, warm eyes. The text and picture composit...
Submitted to Contest #120
HOME FROM THE SEA “I’d recognize that grin,” my Dad said. The deckle-edged photograph showed a man in a t-shirt, dungarees wearing a sailor hat pushed forward over his brow. The cigarette dangling from his mouth obviously burned his eyes. The grin was a ‘go-to-hell’ smile as far as I was concerned. “When do you figure that was taken?” Dad cont...
Submitted to Contest #91
So Many Books By Ted Harrison He reached for the door knob, but jerked his hand back. The bite of the sleet and freezing rain hit his knuckles like an electric shock. He remembered when he had been run off from here twice before. The dark green door was lit up by a brass lamp hanging from the arched doorway. Light, but no warmth. Rubbing the stinging fingers on his poncho, he knocked on the door and stepped back down the three steps onto the sidewalk. Waited. &...
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