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Weekly Contest #103
Standing in the middle of the cobblestone bridge, she pulls a hair tie from her purse. Tired of fighting with her windblown hair, she gathers her long, charcoal locks. As she twirls them into a bun, Bernadette watches an old black and white photograph, lifted by the wind, land by her boot. Plopping the bun on her head, she bends to pick up the face-down photograph. A barely legible note on the back of the photo reads, “If ound, ease retu to Ms. roth shbur in ville, C.” After reading what she can, she instinctively turns it over. She ...
Weekly Contest #91
“Shhhh.” She peers over her glasses, spittle flying onto the cover of the hardback as she places it on the reshelving cart. Placing a finger against her lips she shakes her head. Janie, eyes wide, nods at the librarian. “Ralphie,” Janie jabs him in the gut with her elbow. “You got us in trouble. I never get in trouble.” “We ain’t in no trouble.” Running his hand across the tender spot Janie left. “She just told us to hush. I’ve been in trouble, this ain’t trouble. Come on.” Pushing in the chair Ralphie left out in the aisle, Janie glances a...
Weekly Contest #81
Pushing back from the table and jumping to his feet, Jeremy, tea dripping from his brown curls, could not believe her response. Well, maybe he is not quite as surprised considering the state their relationship has been in for almost a month now. He goes to the bathroom to get a towel and comes back rubbing it against his sugar-laden hair. “Why can I not do or say anything to please you anymore?” “Not the good towel mother bought me last Christmas! Where is your brain?” “Not where you want it to be so I’ll be leaving now. I’ll talk t...
Weekly Contest #78
Vacuuming around the circular model train set left there from two Christmases ago, Jabe says to absolutely no one, “It makes more sense when the Christmas tree is in the middle, but oh well.” He dusts a few of the pieces, shrugs, and moves on. Monopolizing the table in front of the sofa sits a display case housing a variety of coins. Taking a cloth sprayed with window cleaner, Jabe wipes the front of it until all cola splatter is gone and it is shining. Stepping back from his canvas paintings, he straightens the off-kilter ones. Jabe works l...
Weekly Contest #77
“Come on! It will be fun!” “What if we hurt ourselves, Joe?” Margaret asks as she looks out the bay window at the thick blanket of white covering their lawn. Taking her hand in his, he says, “Maggie, what if we don’t and end up having the time of our lives?” Soft pink rises through the wrinkles of her cheeks. “You haven’t called me Maggie in about as many years as it’s been since the last time we did this.” Eyebrows raised, he asks, “Well?” After an exaggerated sigh, she nods as a sheepish smile forms. He takes her han...
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