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Submitted to Contest #283
“It’s a shrine of everything that exists or has ever existed,” I said as I whistled for the bartender to bring my drink. “Now, if only I could convince my wife to move out of the house. Get her to see that we need to buy our own place, preferably far, far, far away. Picture this. The basement is filled with everything that ever entered the house. Her goldfish bowl from her pet that died twenty years ago. It’s got 10 maybe 20 cabinets of 1,000 pieces of useless china plates and cups that we don’t ever use. It’s dusty, full of spiders. I swear...
Now, Grandpa swung his legs out of the truck—his real leg first, followed by his prosthetic leg. He sighed deeply, his eyes fixed on the dimming sunlight. His hunched shoulders had weathered many storms in the past, well, until two months ago when they had finally met their match. Papa came around the truck, offering a steadying hand, his face filled with worry. Grandpa took it, leaning slightly as he climbed out of the truck. I bounded up from behind, flashlight in hand, hoping we wouldn’t actually need it. I wanted to be back in the cabin ...
Submitted to Contest #163
Sally lay awake in bed, waiting for the click. She watched the sway of the shadows against her wall, watching the pace occasionally quicken and intensify then soften as the wind pushed the tree branches across her window. A rumble groaned out from the dark sky, soft at first then a louder bellow. She shuddered. She didn’t remember Pa mentioning a storm brewing at dinner tonight.Pa always mentioned storms."There’s going to be a big one, " Pa said last Friday over dinner while passing the rolls to her brother, Sammy. "Forecaster said to stay i...
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