Tessa Langford
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I am exploring my passion for writing short stories. I am hopeful that people will enjoy them.
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Two Households
“Sigh. I knew it was you.” These were the last words uttered before a bullet hit her between the eyes. Earlier that morning, Julia woke up to the alarm on her phone. She had struggled to get adequate sleep the night before. She never seemed to be comfortable in her bed: the sheets seemed resistant to adjustment, full of creases and crevices—cold when they needed to be warm, and vice versa. With a full stretch, she planted her bare feet on the cool wooden floor and stepped out of her bedroom into the kitchen to make breakfast. These days, it was simple: toast with butter, one egg, and coffee. It was a tradition she had shared with her brother for years. Time seemed irrelevant nowadays. It had been two years since Jason passed. The events were engraved in her memory: the frantic phone call from Jason’s wife, the endless traffic on the highway headed to the hospital, and the constant sounds of his monitor as the decision was made to remove him from life support. Julia couldn’t understand why the doctors couldn’t do more. It wasn’t until months later that she found out a mistake had been made by the primary physician. It would have only taken a few minutes to fix the large pneumothorax in his right lung, but the physician refused to listen to the concerns of the nurses and Jason’s wife. And so, Julia lost her best friend and didn’t get a chance to say a proper goodbye. Jason’s picture was displayed on the side table by the couch. She was determined to keep his memory alive.
By Tessa Langfordabout a year ago in Fiction
Winter of Contentment
For many, it is a time of levity: enjoying the company of your closest companions. For others, it brings intense anxiety: preparing to entertain and feed those who may or may not be invited to your home. The season can be beautiful, almost ethereal. The soft snow contributes to a bright environment. The air is crisp, silent, and still. It can bring serenity, but for Cara, it brings turmoil. Her environment is dark and isolated. The silence can be deafening. The air is unsettling and harshly cold.
By Tessa Langfordabout a year ago in Fiction
