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The Light

Weekly Contest #342

“Hello, Eric. This is Dr. Shell. We need you to come to the ho-pi-ta-…Can you hear me? Hello?” There’s noise in the background and Eric sounded distracted. It’s a Saturday night and he didn’t recognize the number when he looked at his screen, but he answered anyway. “Hello! Sorry, let me step out of here. Who is this?” “Eric! It’s Dr. Shell. Please come down to Goodwill, there’s been an accident and your parents are in surgery. I’ll be waiting for you at the reception son, just come down soon as you can, okay?” Dr. Shell sounded concerned ...

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The Cost of the Cross

Weekly Contest #342

His body violently shivered as he lay on his side in a ball like an animal protecting himself from the elements. The jumpsuit did nothing for warmth; the thin, unwelcoming mat pressed cold against his skin. His stomach roared with cramps from a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied. He felt every muscle fiber contracting, dying for relief from meth withdrawal. His cries had been silenced by the seasoned inmate trying to sleep on the bottom bunk. “Fuck man, I know you’re going through withdrawals, but goddamn, I’ve never heard anyone make as muc...

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For God Loved Me: He Gave Me a Second Chance with a Second Heart

Weekly Contest #342

For God Loved Me: He Gave Me a Second Chance with a Second Heart July 2005, life was supposed to be exciting! My oldest daughter was preparing to go off to college with all the dreams of college life. We were preparing for her orientation, and this was a proud and exciting moment. I on the other hand would have a life-changing event happen within a week’s time. A week before the trip to orientation/registration, I noticed some abnormal bleeding. It wasn’t painful, just unusual. I was already three months late for my yearly physical, (very ...

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More Than Words

Weekly Contest #342

Facades and reactions are usually her saving grace and combat response but today is different. It takes too much strength for her to smile at anyone, and even her nieces and nephews have failed in all attempts to distract her. Felca has always been the rose among thorns but she wants nothing more than to be a thorn right about now. Resisted and avoided.The room is full; people and machines decorate the hallway and Felca hasn't moved since she arrived. Her thighs are starting to burn from sitting in the cold chair, but that and judging people...

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Granny Grace

Weekly Contest #342

Today, Mommy hung pictures in the long hallway at our new place. I’m fascinated by old pictures and the past, in general. Anything that happened before I was born interests me.The one picture that I’m fixated on is probably from the 1960’s. It is a colored picture and I can’t put it into words, but there was something different about color back then. Anyhow, the photo is of a woman standing in front of a field of tobacco. She’s tall and lean. She’s wearing a flower print dress and a pair of brown loafers. One thing that stands out to me is t...

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Blink

Weekly Contest #342

Ferris sat in the cold, hard hospital chair next to her bed. Seventy-two hours ago, Tess entered Resting Meadows Hospice Center. Ferris agreed it was time to allow his beloved grandmother to rest comfortably while waiting for death’s arrival. It meant all measures of fighting to save her life had switched to making sure she was comfortable and at peace. No more hospital wires, IV needles with painful pokes and jabs, or heart monitors to track her pulse.The room was small, quiet, and bland. What was it about death that required the ambiance t...

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Your Lens

Weekly Contest #342

“What?! What do you want?” “You’re in the wrong place, this is a bar.” Lokuhle should’ve been offended by that and he turned to leave her but something told him right then to swallow his pride and endure the discomfort. This time he wasn’t going to fold. He turned again and found she was looking into the mirror across the bar, pretending to be enjoying herself. He recognized this tactic, so he dragged the stool beside her and launched himself onto it. He noticed her shoulders twitching with fright. “Tifiso, you shouldn’t be here. I’m not lea...

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My Mother's Book

Weekly Contest #342

My mother held the Book. She held it against her belly the way she never held any of us. Both hands on it. Her thumb crushed against the edge so the pages wouldn't move. They'd made room for her on the front seat. They'd wedged rags so it wouldn't knock around in the turns. The Book traveled well. It traveled better than us.Father's pickup was loaded. Crates, tools rolled in rags, bags of laundry tied shut. A sheet over everything. The vehicle sank on its axles. It drove slow. We were in the back. Piled in. Knees in ribs. Elbows in soft bell...

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5000 miles (五千英里)

Weekly Contest #341

Five thousand miles is the kind of number that sounds clean until you try to live inside it. It’s a number you can Google. Taipei to Seattle. The little airplane icon. The curved line across the Pacific that makes the world look smooth, like distance is just geometry. But distance is not geometry. Distance is your mother’s voice arriving half a second late on FaceTime. Distance is “你吃飯了沒?” spoken through a bad connection, and your automatic “吃了” even when you haven’t. Distance is time zones that turn intimacy into scheduling. Five thousan...

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Broken Homes

Weekly Contest #341

The house's exterior was neat and clean. The porch swing tipped back and forth without a creak. All my good memories seem to have lined up beautifully out here. I turned to the garden, I remember planting the flowers with my mother. My dog, Lucky, loved the garden too. Me and him would sit there for hours watching the little bugs. I look up to the oak tree beside it. It stands strong. A little tire swing is wrapped around one of its branches. My little sister and I used to play here all day long. I remember our backyard. The fence kept it en...

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Step Nine

Weekly Contest #341

(Sensitive content: substance abuse and sexual promiscuity is mentioned; verbal abuse occurs) Cindy pulled the car over to the side of the road. Shelbyville, declared the sign, population 1,430. Cindy kept the car running and prayed for the peace that passes all understanding. Her heart beat like war drums. Her hair, visible in the rearview mirror, was her normal honey blonde, not the bleached blonde of her seedy days. She phoned her sponsor for encouragement and, to be completely honest, for accountability. She called in all resources ...

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Innocence

Weekly Contest #341

CW: Implicit sexual abuse of a minor InnocenceI was 14 when my life began and 14 when it crashed into pieces. The same man was behind both life markers, though I don’t blame him. No, I blame God.Church was like school on Sundays except that I had to wear a dress and the church van smelled nicer than the bus. When we complained about wanting to sleep in, Mom would, depending on her mood, lecture us on the importance of community, spiritual education, or a parent’s need for alone time. She and my dad never came along unless it was Christmas, E...

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The Maverick

Weekly Contest #342

“Come in! Nozwelo? Yes, Come in please.”Nozwelo walks in with her potential boyfriend and manages a formal smile when she locks eyes with Dr. Khoza. The young man who follows Nozwelo inside the cozy office is wearing a worn out, gray cardigan with ocean blue jeans and white converse sneakers. Dr. Khoza notices the white socks that give the outfit some personality. She smiles at that and waves them to the couch across her recliner.Nozwelo stretches her arms and rests them strategically over her thighs, then sets her eyes on the therapist.Dr. ...

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Sans Neige

Weekly Contest #341

How am I supposed to know if it was for the better or the worse? I grew up ordinary—middle-class, suburban home. There were trees and streams, but being in the middle, I never suffered the hardship of the poor, and I couldn’t grasp the frustration of the rich. I guess it’s an advantage, but when I was young, I knew what I wanted. Only the Navy had jets, fast jets. They flew very high and very fast. I wanted to feel those wings. If I had been a pilot, I would have touched the wind, but they couldn’t accept me. My school graduated me, but my g...

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Peter, Paul & Merryweather

Weekly Contest #341

PETER, PAUL AND MERRYWEATHERNow faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1 ESV*** You almost certainly surely remember the worst bad news. I’m sorry he didn’t make it through the operation. Or there’s been a terrible accident. But do you remember the strangest bad news? *** I wake up in a decrepit, dumpy room in a fishing camp overlooking a lake about 100 miles from Fort Worth. It’s a brown world covered in frost. I drive the four-wheeler back down the isolated dirt road to an upscale ...

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