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Weekly Contest #354
Marcus sat at the edge of his mother’s bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. At age fifty-three, he carried more of it than he’d like. The cardboard box in his lap seemed to stare back at him. OLD CLOTHES were scribbled on it in fading marker. Marcus lifted the flaps, already knowing what he’d find.A pair of acid-washed jeans, a T-shirt with a cracked graphic of his favorite show, ThunderCats. And a red Members Only Jacket.Marcus lifted the jacket, the zipper jingling softly. For a moment he saw himself at fourteen again—standing in th...
Weekly Contest #353
Another yawn slips from Kat as she leans back from the wall of data glowing on her monitor. Above her, the fluorescent lights flicker in their usual uneven rhythm, but Kat barely notices anymore. Nothing could keep her from the lab, broken lights and icy air-conditioning included.Still wearing the blue nitrile gloves from recalibrating the sensor array earlier, she peels them off with a sharp snap, and tosses them in the bin. With a sigh, she reaches for her coffee mug, the one with a faded cartoon of Albert Einstein below an atrocious physi...
Weekly Contest #352
The sole of Elise’s boot nearly skids on the slippery moss, the path overgrown and damp from years of neglect. Not many hikers use it anymore, despite its once popularity. Elise doesn’t mind being the only one here. She prefers the quiet. The trail has been steadily leading upward for over an hour, which means it’s close. The Golden Hill. At least, that’s what Elise calls it. She has no idea what its actual name is, or whether it ever had one. Dried-up leaves crunch under her boots, loud in the morning stillness. Darkness lingers between th...
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