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Weekly Contest #379
Gia squeezed between sunburned families on Kalakaua Avenue, their souvenir bags knocking against her legs. They had nowhere to be and needed the whole pavement to get there. Ahead, a man unfolded a map and stopped to consider it. She stepped off the curb before he could discover a reason to turn it sideways. At the stop, the bus was still there, its doors open. She was late, but so was the driver. For once, she approved. She hurried through the open doors. Her worn wedge caught on the top step and recovered with what she hoped looked like pu...
Weekly Contest #378
Halloween, 1985 Beneath the courthouse elm, Amanda Simmons almost rose onto her toes to kiss Andrew. Mist beaded on his face, but he didn’t smile. The courthouse clock showed seven minutes past six. Her fingers curled inside her mittens. Their first kiss began here, her glove caught in his hair, their foreheads knocking together. She had laughed against his lips. Now his mouth was inches away. She kept her heels down. Around them, costumed children darted between candy stalls as “Thriller” played from the bandstand. Overhead, papier-mâché g...
Someone had scratched out every face in Julian’s photo album except mine. Every smile. Every stare. Gone. Black grit clung beneath one sculpted, red-painted nail as I traced the fresh gouges. They were still damp and smelled of ink. The untouched woman on the page seemed to look past me. I followed her gaze to the rain-streaked window. Beyond the glass, the cottage porch wavered. A collapsed jack-o’-lantern sagged beneath the eaves, smoke slipping through its broken grin. My reflection floated over it all: a pale face, a flowing white dress,...
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