Since the writing contest I wrote this for is now over, I can safely publish this on my blog. The prompt was: Submit a story about two people who have become the way they are because of their close relationship with each other: either as best friends or worst enemies – or both. Write it in 500 words or less without using either the words “friend” or “enemy.”
For the fifty-eighth time today, I scan over the list of solo acoustic guitar performers competing this year and I can come to no other conclusion but this: first place is going to come down to Caleb and me again. Continue reading →
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Meg?”
My mother looks at me with both concern and disapproval. She holds up my inhaler so I know exactly what she’s talking about.
I give her a subtle nod as I take off my warm-up track suit and start jogging in place.
“This could be the day,” I say. I’m not sure if I say it for her benefit or for myself though.
“You said that exact same thing on the last race and look how that turned out. They had to carry you to the medical tent, Meg.”
She puts the inhaler back in her purse, exasperated.
“I can’t give up.” I reply, “You know I’m doing this for Lynn.” Continue reading →