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Weekly Contest #200
Gossip. What a delicious word, a fulfilling word; perfect for a habit or a goal. For me, it started in second grade. Tom Evans, poor kid, had crossed eyes, buck teeth, and bad breath. I asked Marcie Smith if it was true that he ate mice for breakfast before coming to school. Was that why he had buck teeth like a mouse and why his breath was so nasty? Was it rotting mice flesh? I laughed to watch her point at Tom from across the playground and shock her friends with tales of the nastiness in which Tom partook....
Weekly Contest #199
Lita was a gorgeous woman. Scapula-length straight glowing ebony hair, tanned smooth skin, perfect pearly teeth, with the nose of a Javanese goddess, straight, petite, thin. About five feet tall, she wore heels that made her at least 5’2”. Dressed in the merchant’s uniform of gray slacks, yellow long-sleeved blouse and gray vest, she worked in the Denpasar International Airport’s duty-free shopping area. She dealt with thousands of tourists and at least hundreds of men like Steve. She talked him into buying severa...
Weekly Contest #196
He died. Well, not right away. It was a process that took time, several twists and the unexpected. Sitting on his front porch, relaxed in his wicker porch swing, staring blankly into that much-belabored middle distance, a stunningly fast minivan-sized shimmer barreled at him from his right. Several years ago, in Bali, our porch swing guy was known in a wonderful circle that included tourists from several Asian countries and myriad belief systems. And these strangers loved him. As he strolled through touristy parts of Ubu...
Weekly Contest #117
Boundary I watch. And wait. And get excited. Few folks imagine I am here. Fewer know that I am here. None know me and what I really do. Your old folklore describes me as evil, a darkness that invades your world. An unsettled soul damned and bent on destruction of all that is good and light. Such a negative image…. I came to be at time naught. I remember that first blink, instant consciousness. There were an infinite number of us at that first blink. There was light and us; that was it.&n...
Weekly Contest #41
I don’t know where I am.Cat and I were patrolling the yard. Now I am here. Makes no sense. A tad spooky, I think.Dad died 18 months ago, and we all miss him. After about six months, Mom quit crying every day. The rest of us followed suit after a few more weeks. That doesn’t diminish our missing him; it just saves us some energy each day. Energy we can use to patrol the yard or wonder what he’s doing now.Mom told us all that Dad got sick on a plane, went to a hospital in a strange town, spent a few days there, di...
Weekly Contest #37
I love her. She means everything to me and has since I first met her at the Newark airport. She just arrived from Europe and I just arrived from Arizona. Who says baggage claim can’t be auspicious?Anna Draco, what a name! European light complexion, waist length rich brown hair, light dusting of makeup, that red-red lipstick that only a few women can carry off. I was in love.She knows me as Clark Dale.Turned out we were staying at the same hotel across from the Jersey version of the Mall of America. She liked to ...
Weekly Contest #33
Joey started it. He’s the one who came up with, “Hey, they got animal rights, right?” Everyone in the shop assented. “They got gay rights and plant rights and all kinds of other rights, right?” Nodding and muttering showed everyone was onboard with Joey’s statements. “Then why the hell don’t we have cannibal rights?” That stopped the scissor snicking and the clipper buzzing as if Joey had stabbed Daniel in the eye with a pair of shears. ‡‡‡ You know how occasionally there’s a dive restaurant that scare...
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