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Weekly Contest #169
There’s Something Under the Bed It’s early, --a little past two in the morning. Here I am, a forty-year-old mother in my pink “GOT SLEEP?” pajamas. My butt in the air, on her hands and knees, as I peer under the foot of my kid’s bed, asking myself, “What is it?” Under other circumstances, I would run or scream from this horror. But the tables are about to turn and this thing is going regret its decision as it meets Sleepless Mommy. The monster is stretched out on its side with a clawed hand supporting its head. It yawns. It’s around a f...
Weekly Contest #81
The Meeting Place I grabbed onto the banister as I wheezed and planted both feet on the third floor landing. My gym-starved body rebelled as I dragged my tired legs to the apartment door. Mopping my brow with a damp handkerchief, I caught my breath. Images of my air-conditioned apartment, the Lazy Boy lounger, refrigerated delights, and Columbo CDs erased the reality of my day at a dead end job and another ten years until retirement. My job—-answering consumer complaints had sucked dry my appetite for anything that resembled conflict. My av...
Weekly Contest #27
The Red Tavern Sara Hume split her attention between her customers and Jim Raines, who sat alone at the bar, hovered over his drink like a protective daddy. The sight of his red-rimmed eyes and sour face pained the bar’s owner. Jim was in his pity-drenched world again. She clucked her tongue in disgust. “Evening, Sara!” The friendly face of Randy Kane greeted her with his booming voice. “How about a cold one?” “You got it.” She poured the big man a Samuel Adams and shared in some gossip. The small talk blended with the dozen other convers...
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