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Weekly Contest #49
Thursday. 6:00 pm. Like clockwork, I once again step into the cramped, cluttered office of Madame Christine. The door chime jingled as I pushed open the glass door and was hit with a whiff of cheap perfume, the kind that’s probably labeled something like ‘Ocean Breeze’ but smells more like overripe avocados. I sink into the stained, patterned couch and massage my forehead. “You’re back.” I look up to see a pale, thin man sitting on a stool in the opposite corner of the room. His hair was long and jet-black, to match his equally dark t-shir...
Weekly Contest #48
I walked along the edge of the park, away from the crowds. From wall to wall, it was a groomed green field, segmented up by hard grey paths that cut from one edge of the park to the other. People sat on benches littered across the grass. Pigeons gathered around them, hoping that one generous soul would toss them some leftovers. Pampered dogs walked next to their people, attached to them by a leash. You could see excitement blatantly written in the dog’s faces and bodies, as if this was the best part of their day. Walking through this park us...
Weekly Contest #44
I maneuvered the old Prius into the too-tight airport parking space, thus ending the last ride I would give to Kanoa for a long time. I helped him unload the backseat, though he did most of the work. He was much stronger than me, and about a head taller. He was very handsome; sharp, smart eyes complemented his tan complexion, and his unruly poof of black hair had been cut short, as per my insistence. I surveyed him, wondering when he had become so grown-up. “Well, this is it,” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Guess so,” he replied, w...
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