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Weekly Contest #376
Carol makes the appointment and drives him there herself, because otherwise he will not go. She says so in the car. "You wouldn't go, Dad." "I'd go," Walt says. "You say what all the time now. You say it to Mom forty times a day. I counted at Easter." He doesn't argue. He watches the wipers. The audiologist is a young man with soft hands and a cold. He fits the things into Walt's ears, taps something on a laptop, and the room comes up around him like water rising in a tub. The hum of the light. Carol's coat when she crosses her legs. His own...
Weekly Contest #375
Ruth does the room on Mondays. She opens the window first, because a room needs air even when no one is breathing in it. From the window she can see the pear tree, bare already, and the nest in the fork of it. Robins, in the summer. She watched them come and go. Now it's just grass and mud and twigs, the size of two cupped hands. Then the sheets. She strips the bed and puts on the other set, the blue ones, though the white ones were clean. She tucks the corners the way Walt's mother taught her, tight enough to bounce a dime. The planes hang ...
Weekly Contest #353
I The crack in Diewerke's kitchen wall runs from the window frame to the ceiling in a line so clean it looks deliberate. Like someone drew it there. It works its way around the stone, lays bare mortar and dried up insulation. He notices it's grown wider since last week but doesn't say anything. She pours coffee and sets the pot on the counter and the counter is not level and the pot slides toward the window, to settle an inch along. Neither of them mentions that either. "Yours is today," she says. "Two o'clock." "A woman?" "A man. Vermeer, o...
Weekly Contest #350
The letter comes on a Thursday. Frank Hook reads it standing at the kitchen counter, holding it the way a man holds foul, to be gotten rid of, to be set on fire. Dear Mr. Hook, It has come to the attention of the Briarwood Heights Homeowners Association (est. 1974, formerly the Briarwood Mutual Aid & Dock Authority, formerly Whitmore & Sons Coastal Trading Co., Ltd., chartered 1809) that you intend to construct an outbuilding on the aft portion of your vessel. As you are aware, any modification to the displacement profile of a registered str...
Weekly Contest #349
The water still runs. She turns the handle and watches as the trickle grows into a stream, crashing down into the old soapstone sink. It sputters sometimes. Some mornings it runs brown at first, then it clears. But it comes. She fills a glass and drinks and sets the glass on the counter beside a smaller cup with a bluebird on it. It has some water still. She will clean them both later. She always does. The house is a split-level on a cul-de-sac with buckled pavement and moss-coated gutters. Weeds peek out of the storm drains in thick clumps....
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