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Weekly Contest #372
“Now I want you to pay attention: an oval encrusted pewter ring, this is an Art Deco cubic zirconia. That’s right, zirconia. That’s the buzzword today—cubic zirconia—and that’s Art Deco-inspired. Look at that, gaze into it and see it sparkle in the light. Now, I need you to grab that credit card…” the television clicked off; the glass turned black. Evan caught himself in the reflection.“Nice,” he had a double chin and his belly was hanging out. Sprawled on the couch and watching the Quality Shopping Channel in the middle of the afternoon aga...
Weekly Contest #371
Stanley stood behind the counter—his name tag glistened in the orange sunset. A portable hologram T.V. softly played a black and white soap opera from the ancient era. Something about six “friends” on Old Earth. The big boss didn’t seem to care about the television, as Stanley had been there as long as he could remember. This would be his eightieth anniversary of working at the Golden Ring Mart, a convenience store and gas station in the rings of Saturn. Not nearly as glamorous as it used to be, the “ring” is now a collection of orbiting tra...
Weekly Contest #363
We left the urban hustle behind on one fine Friday and drove across state lines into farm country. Our dog’s ears were flapping in the breeze as he sat in my lap. An old black and tan Dachshund named Darwin, and Seth and I, his parents, took to the open road for our annual vacation.Our small family drove north through the wheat and corn, watching the sheep pass by. The hills beyond were flat and rolled into mountains covered in pine trees. A carriage pulled up next to our window, and the driver peered in. Four children, sporting bowl cuts an...
Weekly Contest #362
The heirs descended upon the kitchen quicker than great-grandma Hilda could clean the place from top to bottom. Her family searched the home stuck in time; not looking for jewelry or trophies of the lost matriarch, but something else. They checked every curio cabinet filled with dolls and lifted every pink-cushioned toilet seat. Someone peered into the fireplace while the photos on the mantel watched their hands touch everything. One nosy descendant found it in the far teal cupboard near the bright window. A recipe on an index card sat neatl...
Weekly Contest #360
Rain and wind thrashed the windows outside the Park Avenue apartment. Anthony pulled the wooden clock out of the packing peanuts and examined the ornate treasure. It was a cuckoo clock that was shaped like a lovely log cabin. It had shingles and a chimney, a balcony with twirling townsfolk, and a working water wheel. The wheel was beautifully detailed and painted blue to resemble churning water. There were dangling, weighted pine cones, wrapped neatly in bubble wrap. It even told the time in roman numerals.“Wow, look, there’s a woodsman chop...
Weekly Contest #359
Brady turned the lock on the front doors of Mondo Sushi. It clicked shut after the last group of customers left. They had bellies full of the freshest fish and saké available on the east coast. He swept his orange hair out of his face and checked the scene through one of the ornate, wooden windows. It was a snowy night in early February, a night so frigid and blanketed in slush that it was almost impossible for the average city dweller to wade through.Brady’s duties as bartender and bar manager had come to a close for the evening. Ninety per...
Weekly Contest #358
“Herman Moony is a cool kid, I swear. He’s someone everyone wants to be friends with. You meet him and you instantly love him. For instance, right now, Herman is sitting behind his wooden lemonade stand in the front yard. This week’s setup is complete with a sign and bowl of free pretzels. He’s serving refreshments to people that walk by. He’s just like that, you know— thoughtful. Now some old man is strolling by with his dog. I think it’s that dachshund that keeps me up at night,” Gretchen Moony judged while squinting. She chuckled and caug...
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