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Weekly Contest #160
A fictional reflection on the Hanging Gardens of Babylo Nothing is possible without water. I reflect on my life and am grateful that I haven’t had to know this sooner, in all of my 70 years. Nothing is possible without water. I’ve never wanted for anything, let alone water. My life has been one of excess and relaxation. Fresh bread, meat, succulent fruit, sweets, and honey. Rich wine, doting, attention. I’ve never had to care about anything. The burn of worry in my chest is one I’ve experienced so rarely, I thought I was having a heart attac...
Weekly Contest #159
I’m not walking in any direction. I came here to get lost. Northern Israel beaches are almost deserted this time of year, and the weather is still hot even in November. Sand and rocky coast, an endless sea spreads before me and disappears past the mountains north, all the way to Lebanon. I came here because I didn’t know where else to go. He ended things so abruptly last month. I’m completely lost. I left my apartment as is and took the first train north. I found a small furnished apartment and hunkered down. I cried for three days. Hunger i...
Weekly Contest #158
“It’s not fair!” I groan and push the backgammon set off the couch. Thin brown and white tiles clatter across the dusty floor. “That’s the sixth time you’ve beaten me today!” I leap off the couch and push past my boyfriend to the quiet of the balcony, breathing in the sweet evening air. I love dusk in Tel Aviv. The sky turns purple and the horizon glows. But I hate losing. I’m tired; I’m pissed. And I’m really, really bored. ~~~ It’s been nine months since shit went very, very wrong. One silent, wicked cyber-terrorist attack and the worldwid...
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