We received so many submissions for our recent writing contest (a short piece incorporating a symbol) that we had trouble selecting a winner. Therefore we’re running another contest for those who entered, this time a reader’s choice award. Between June 3- June 15 we will publish all of our favorite qualified entries received and open voting to the public, who will be able to select a reader’s choice winner for this contest. Those who are entered in the contest may encourage their family, friends and readers to vote for them.
Ethel wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was still months to summer but the air was still. Her studio was quiet and it was unsettling. Looking out the window, the cars and people looked tiny in the shimmering sea of gray concrete.
Ethel missed the chaos and excitement of work. She gave her best, prioritizing her career over everything else, even love. She lost her love more than a year ago and her work and position a month ago. The former was expected and she prepared for the loss. The latter caught her by surprise, totally unexpected, leaving her adrift in nowhere land.
She checked her email several times a day and still no reply mail or notice from the dozens of work she applied to. She checked her phone on the hour, every hour; made sure that the signal and power are in full. And still nothing. Not even from former co-workers, friends and family.
She scoured through job sights and company websites. She re-wrote, revised and tailored her resume accordingly. She thumbed through favorite books and magazines. Still the hours crawled by. Hours into days and days into weeks and weeks into months. The heat did not let up. The quiet was still unsettling. The din from down the street was muted. A message now and then but of no significance. ‘How much longer?’ Ethel thought.
She stared at the computer screen. Another try, another message to send, another attempt at a lifeline.