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Weekly Contest #264
Always one to keep his options open, Henry changed his major seven times. When he finally graduated from college, his father, Eugene, congratulated him for “cramming a four-year degree into eight years of study.” “Dad,” Henry replied, “with all the choices we have today, it’s hard to lock yourself into something you’ll have to do for the next fifty years.” “Forty-six in your case, Henry. Four years are already gone.” “Okay, forty-six years, Dad. That’s still a long time and there are a million ways to make a living. A lot more choices tha...
Weekly Contest #261
Phil Conklin was eighty when he died. His death hit Joe McManus like a sledgehammer blow to the stomach. For forty years, McManus joked that Phil would live forever. In his heart of hearts, he believed it was true. A two-year battle with lung cancer reduced Phil to a shell of the man he had once been. When Joe visited him two days before he died, Phil’s white hair was so thin it resembled the remains of a spider web, blown asunder by a gust of wind. But it was his eyes that most depressed Joe. They were opaque, almost translucent, not the de...
Weekly Contest #260
“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It’s been sixty-five years since my last confession and” “Excuse me, did you say sixty-five years?” “I did, Father” “Guess we’re going to be here for a while, eh?” “Don’t think so. I’ve led a boring life.” “Why so long away, son?” “Please don’t call me son. I’m older than you are.” “That’s true, but you called me father.” “That’s just one of those fucked-up relationship things the church fosters. I was trying to be appropriate.” “The f-bomb is not appropriate. Not in the confessional anyway. Have you been ...
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