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Submitted to Contest #313
The air smells like rain; cold rain, the type that falls as slow and white as feathers, but disappears with one touch. The scent fills my nostrils and puts ice in my chest, cold and heavy, sharp and wet all at once. I rake through my brain, trying to remember what its name is. What had Mother called it again? I recollect her stories of the world beyond our den.“All rain is the tears of our mothers,” she’d told us, “in the warmth they are tears of joy at the birth of a new litter…” Now it’s on the tip of my tongue, I can almost taste it. “But...
Submitted to Contest #300
Mickey looks down into a pair of bright, beseeching amber eyes as Piper circles by the door of the campervan, giving him the look. With a sigh, Mickey switches on the blinker and lumbers over into the shoulder lane. Once the door is opened, Piper zooms out, intent upon her business. She disappears into the line of underbrush, stretching the retractable leash to its full length. Leaning against the hood of his dear Great West, Mickey pulls out a road map. Moving his finger along the red-markered line, he traces their progress. “Memphis is jus...
Submitted to Contest #295
By the time I cross into New York from Pennsylvania, my mind is made up that I won’t tell anyone. Fluffy clouds cast sprawling shadows across the sea of pine trees as the Greyhound bus winds through the empty highway. I press my head against the window, watching the dark trees blur together, and drinking in their tangy-sweet smell. When the bus reaches the crest of a hill, we turn onto a dusty dirt road that dips down to the edge of a vast, crystal-clear lake. A weathered sign reads, Welcome to Cedar Lake Lodge. The bus rolls to a stop, and ...
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