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Submitted to Contest #198
*Journey off the well-beaten path, please“No, I’m not doing it,” I said as tonelessly as I could, because as soon as I said the word no, the mid or late 20-something-year-old man’s hand flinched. “You have an obligation to meet with a sponsor if the company tells you to.” He insisted in a tight tone. Three years after arriving in Korea, back in the 6th grade, I could understand Korean well enough to understand tone. 14-year-old me was about to get hit if I said again that I was not doing what he was telling me. However, I was not d...
Submitted to Contest #175
Chili mac covered with oozing cheese for her baby girl, still chunky at age 3 with a round moonpie face and legs that started off as thick sturdy tree trunks before tapering off into sapling branches and flat feet with long floor tapping toes. Vegetable soup for her little boy, tall and painfully thin, owing more so to the racehorse metabolism he’d inherited from his father than the food allergies she had to carefully screen everything he consumed for. There was not a drop of butter on the rice the two children would share and although her d...
Submitted to Contest #172
The dog days of summer were fading, and with it came her 22nd birthday. Fat, noisy drops of rain punished the single window of her basement apartment. A single rotating fan was too clogged with thick gray dust to be of much use in the damp stifling unit, but she ran it anyway, hoping to trick her mind into thinking she was being cooled. Early in the morning she had risen to complete two errands on the town’s bus system which was free of charge to all students at the local university including her. She returned before 9 a.m. with two grocery ...
Submitted to Contest #170
The tap on her arm startled her, snatching her back to mundane life. The fantasies in her head inspired by the music of such household names as DJ Dean, Zico, and Mino blaring through her earbuds evaporated instantly as she simultaneously opened her eyes and recoiled from the touch. Confused borderline offended, her coworker, building mate and frequently companion pointed to an empty seat. She shook her head to decline the offer. Instead, she wobbled momentarily while she fixed her mandatory face mask and changed the position that she held t...
It was a rare weeknight treat. No schedule. Her favorite pastime loomed before her. Her father made it dance in the air. He waved it around as he carried it down the hall after having plucked it from her hands without warning. She reached for it again and again, but each time he suddenly yanked it high aloft in the air and kept shuffling along unbothered. When he turned to enter the cramped living room, she automatically followed him, still reaching in vain and beginning to whine.“Papa, why? You gave the game, now you don’t let me have it! W...
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