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Weekly Contest #261
Arthur Flannigan is fifty-nine years old and perpetually grumpy. He is currently sitting in the back pew of a church he hasn’t visited in a year, listening to a pastor talk about a God he doesn’t believe in. It started when his wife died, exactly one year ago today. Even if it wasn’t a holiday, an easy date to remember, Arthur would never forget the day he lost his best friend, maybe his only friend in the world. He finds it ironic that today is called Independence Day, a day to celebrate freedom, when the death of his wife tether...
Weekly Contest #260
Laura’s mother was a drug addict. It started with alcohol, when she and her twin brother were very young, and progressed quickly. Even as a child Laura can remember thinking there was something different, something very wrong, with her mother. She wasn’t happy, though Laura couldn’t say why. She had a loving husband, two children (finally, after years of fertility treatments, Laura learned much later), a decent house. She probably didn’t feel quite fulfilled in her career, having dropped out of medical school after less than a year and takin...
Weekly Contest #258
Easton was a large, thriving community that rarely experienced any conflict, hardship, or pain. Every one of its nearly 2,000 residents contributed equally to the building and maintenance of the village, which was a testament to the overall harmony they enjoyed together. Most had moved to Easton to get away from the evils of the world, and sometime over the past decade, decided that total isolation was the only way to truly achieve the peace they so desperately longed for. When a young woman named Rachelle was disowned by her family and cast...
Weekly Contest #255
Her long hair, mostly gray now, is pulled up into a ponytail that swings back and forth as she runs. Rose has no particular destination and the whole of this mild March afternoon to get there. Her daughters, both grown and convinced they now know better than her, would sigh and tell her she’s too old to simply go for a run. But sixty-eight isn’t that old, Rose tells herself. And it’s far from her biggest problem at the moment. Plus, running is what she’s always turned to, whenever the stress of life got to be too much. The fresh air, the dis...
Weekly Contest #253
“What should we do today, Milo?” Dorothy smiles brightly at her six-year-old son, running her hand over his soft wavy hair affectionately. He lets her, as he is curled up by her side on the couch, but she wonders for how long. She knows she spoils him, indulges him whenever she can, but who can blame her? It’s hard enough to be a single mother, and Milo’s wide brown eyes and dimpled smile make him impossible to resist. He turns to her now with a hopeful look that melts her heart. “The beach?” he asks. School has just let out for the sum...
Weekly Contest #252
Five years ago, her daughter Lacey Mae Jenkins disappeared. It was something that could have happened to anyone, but it happened to her. It was the middle of summer, an oppressively hot day, at a church festival. One minute Lacey was there, and the next, she was gone. At first, everyone had been hopeful. They lived in a good neighborhood, in the kind of suburb where nothing bad ever happens, and the police were confident that it had been some kind of mistake or misunderstanding. Someone had ushered the wrong kid into the minivan, think...
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