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Submitted to Contest #274
[9:30 pm]〰️ 〰️ 〰️ A wave of light 〰️ 〰️ 〰️ comes and goes, in and out of my head, then bounces around like a ping-pong ball. Suddenly, it quiets, lulls, and sleep takes me quickly. I’m standing in my father’s home office at the back of the house in my childhood home. It used to be a bedroom, but it was expanded into a large office. I’m next to his desk. We’re talking, laughing, and I’m watching him work. His fingers fly over the ten-key adding machine, adding columns of numbers and scribbling symbols onto a spreadsheet, his sm...
Submitted to Contest #273
“Uncle Reggie?” He turned around. The lines on his face were deeper than I’d remembered, and the whites of his eyes were crimson. He rubbed his face with his rugged hands, slowly stood up, and turned towards me. It’d been at least two years since I’d been home, and his hair? Grayer. I noticed, too, that his pace was slow, donning a cane for support. He paused, looked at me wryly, and, pointing downward, said, “Hip replacement. Two weeks ago.” I dropped my bags on the floor. We held each other close and wept. I pushed my face into ...
Submitted to Contest #269
Our first encounter was magical. He took my breath away even though we briefly met. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I’d wake up at one a.m., my breathing intensified, and my heart racing. The energy between the two of us was fire. His hazel eyes held my eyes, and it captivated me. He seemed friendly and patient. How could I believe this about him? I don’t even know. I don’t even know him. But damn, the way he looked at me. In my last relationship, he was also friendly to everyone and protective of me, but could also be temper...
Submitted to Contest #268
“Here you go! One large extra-shot latte with oat milk, and one medium Americano, no cream.” She set both cups down on the table. “Your avocado toast will be right up.” “Thank you,” they both said in sync. As the server walked away, Emma watched and marveled at her long brown hair and how she looked great in horizontal stripes. The sweater hung below her thin hips, and her long, lean legs jutted out. Emma remembered being that young, that trim. She envied the server’s youth. She would never be that young, or that trim, again...
Submitted to Contest #267
Trigger warning: contains inappropriate under-age relationships I never expected that the one day my mom made me walk to school, I would witness such a scene. Usually, Mom drives me. This morning, she needed to rush into work an hour earlier than expected, and Aunt Susie, my backup, was on vacation. I walked downstairs just as she was leaving. “Oh, honey!” She said. “I was leaving you a note. Sorry, but I need to get to the office before Mrs. Thomas does. She’s expecting the earnings report on her desk before eight a....
Submitted to Contest #266
I wake up groggy and open my eyes to an IV tube dangling above my head. What the hell? I look down at my body. A flimsy white and blue gown is all I’m wearing. I turn my head from side to side noticing the blank walls, and then gaze straight ahead. My eyes need time to focus. Then, the flowery impressionist painting comes into view. I know where I am. Looking down I see the straps. Both arms have soft ties that encircle my wrists. My legs, via the ankles, are tethered to the bed frame. “Hey!” I yell, as I struggle to get free. I ...
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