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Submitted to Contest #142
“Gladys. You. Will. LOVE IT!” Mary said, as she thrust the large tome into my arms. “Oh, no thank you. I’m not really looking for–” “No, you have to read it. The main character is SO you!” She interjected. Before I had a chance to refuse the offer of this giant book, which I had no way of effectively carrying during my 2 mile walk home, she had said goodbye and she was on her way. “Damnit.” I muttered to myself as I attempted to find a comfortable way to hold the book. Mary was somewhere between an acquaintance and a friend. She trea...
Submitted to Contest #129
At roughly the halfway point of the documentary on flat earthers, I sat up abruptly. My sudden movement startled my wife, whose eyes darted up from the game of solitaire she’d been playing on her phone between brief, disapproving head shakes about this stupid movie. “Look at that! Did you see that?” I exclaimed, as I paused the movie and fumbled with the remote, trying to figure out how to rewind. “What!? What?!” she yelped back, looking around the room. I pointed at the TV, “Did you see what that guy with the ponytail was just doing? ...
Submitted to Contest #81
Imperfect Memories Ronnie got up once again to heat his coffee. He knew there was no way he should be expected to send this email with cold coffee. It was completely reasonable that while he composed this three to four line message, he should have hot coffee. Ding, Ding, Ding. The microwave brought him out of his reverie, indicating that time was up. His coffee was hot once again, and he needed to send the damn email. He sat down at his desk chair, opened up the draft, shifted in his seat, took a sip of coffee, shifted in his seat, stood...
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