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Weekly Contest #371
ALL HOURSThe clock above the folding table stopped at 4:47, years ago, though no one can remember when. Nobody’s asked why. Nobody’s fixed it, but All Hours Laundry regulars know what it means.‘I’ll be back in three 4:47s, as in tomorrow night.’‘Perfect. I’ll bring you the ironing when I’ve finished my shift.’Rosa has been going to All Hours Laundry every Thursday night for eleven months. She tells people it’s because her machine at home shreds socks, but really, she comes to be in a place where the silence doesn’t feel personal. Rosa’s card...
Weekly Contest #369
BEYOND THE KNOWN Dad was forty-six when I was born. I never knew him as a young man. When I think of him now, he comes back to me in unexpected ways, like the time I was hiking and saw the backs of his hands in the thick bark of a tree. Or when, for no reason I could explain, the sound of my husband biting into a ginger biscuit brought back the sound of Dad’s razor rasping through his black bristles and the white lather (hand shaving, of course. Gillette double blade).When Dad died, I deliberately didn’t think about the small things that mad...
Weekly Contest #9
God must have created our family on one of his headache days, or after having to deal with a particularly venal sin. Either way, the brain genes he put together for my parents, me and my siblings, are a mess. And just in case you’re thinking, C’mon, it can’t be as bad as all that, I’ll give you the inventory.First in line, Christopher, named after my grandfather. Not because I’m special, but because I was the first to arrive. Though actually Mom and I do have a special relationship, because I have her to thank for m...
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