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Weekly Contest #256
I nearly spilled my drink a few times shuffling down the row to my assignment, stepping over random garbage to SEAT 12FF, prioritizing my pretzel and little thing of mustard. Today is my day. Rules must be followed. I bumped his elbow as I sat down. “Hey, really?” He jerked his arm back, sighed. “Sorry.” Nice guy. Good start. ”Hi.” I pointed with my snack to the iridescent clouds wafting in from the west, releasing a few crystals of awesomeness to the open sky. “Great day for a match, huh?” The salt rose upwards, caught in the antigrav and f...
Weekly Contest #255
My heart sank as my son passed the kitchen on Father’s Day with nary a look in my direction. An unfortunate persistence of the status quo. He added a new flare to the morning, humming the same deliberate tune recently adopted by my (not-soon-enough) ex-wife-to-be: the instrumental We’re Happy Without You. I yearned for distraction, arranging stevia and a stir stick in neat, orderly rows as my beans percolated. I’d told myself to stop caring but my fortitude weakened. Despair at his indifference waved over me without permission. H...
Weekly Contest #254
The first sun rose in blues and teals above the horizon, harkening for the new day. I turned towards its chill, stopping, the click of my heels echoing their melody beyond me in the great hall against the warm Ascilian stone at my feet. “I will do my best for you, Salanda.” I held fate’s consideration in this whispering moment. I swept the tails of my dark charcoal formal wear behind me and continued toward the east hall with new breath. This area is forbidden to others. A sole solitude in my existence of servitude. “Your Highness,” Pencha s...
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