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- Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Lizzie Bella | @Chattmor
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- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
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Honorable Mentions
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Crystal says: It was a toss up between Silver and Bill. I love a great wolf story. Silver wish you could add this into one of your stories makes me want to read more.
Lizzie Bella | @Chattmor
Crystal says: Great story. I knew someone just like Esmeralda. It was hard seeing her go through that in the end both my friend and Emy got pay back. Loved it.
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Crystal says: Loved his story and the prompt. Many times we had Christmas in June or July. But nothing beats a sketchy hotel room when it's cold and snowing. Loved it.
It was a frightful night, the wind howling like a chained dog, the ice-snow slashing the frigid air like a frenzied turkey carver. We’d left Waterville eight hours earlier hoping to make it to Chowder Creek before winter socked us in.
It hadn’t gone well.
“We should turn back,” I had said a dozen times.
“Oh no,” Celeste had repeated just as often. “They’re expecting us. It’s Christmas.”
“I’m aware of that,” I snivelled. It was a voice Celeste hated. I rarely resorted to it. But you know, you’re up to your elbows in snow alligators and sometimes your lesser self erupts. I decided to end with a flourish by philosophising. “If it was up to me, I’d celebrate Christmas in June…or July.”
“Right, Howard. That’s going to work! Foolish man! Just keep driving! AND BE CAREFUL.”
We plowed ahead, each of us more silent than the other, each wondering what was to come.
Up ahead, barely visible through the fierce blizzard, a motel sign flickered _ATES MOTEL OPEN.
“That’s a good sign, right?” she quizzed.
“Might be,” I offered. I had seen too many Hitchcock movies for my own good. “Might not,” I added.
“Maybe we should take a room for the night. Safer, right?” she asked.
I did, and I didn’t, want to pull off the road. I get like that. My two minds start talking. They don’t get along.
“Okay. Fine. Good idea. What’s the worse that could happen?”
“A good night’s sleep,” she smiled.
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