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Submitted to Contest #307
“That is quite the wind today,” Tom shouted above the onslaught of torrid white pelting against him. “Yeah, I didn't think it would be this bad today, but we will still be okay,” Darren yelled over the white wall forming between the walkers. Twice a week at 9:30 am a group would get together at various locations throughout the city to have a leisurely hour walk and then move to a coffee shop for about an hour of friendly banter. They prided themselves on coming out no matter what the weather. Being in a prairie city in the middle of winter ...
Submitted to Contest #301
“My first man!” the volunteer announced as she shuffled towards the finish line, not the timed finish line for the ten – or five-kilometer run, but an imaginary line to the left where the three–kilometer walkers would finish. Gerry, panting like a lap dog struggling up a hill pulled up his sweats, smoothed a few wisps of hair over a balding spot, and put on his best macho face for the last few yards imagining a sprint. “Your first man?” Gerry replied, giving a sarcastic, yet innocent smile with a wink. The middle-aged woman, face granite, lo...
Submitted to Contest #300
I move from room to room. The ghost that I am, floating on a miasma of memories, buffeted by echoes chewing at my soul. All the spaces are empty, devoid of any spirit. But I can remember from the first attack on my eye by a photon of fiery yellow that I would be a builder of my destiny, the master of my life, in a home, my home. I was brought swaddled into a year-old structure gleaming with hope and adventure. As I laid the first foundations of realization, I wove relationships with those near me. I began erecting walls of love and security....
Submitted to Contest #120
The future is the past guided by the blind, ignorant of the present. —Anonymous Looking in the mirror, I see a distorted mug, eyes, vacant piss holes, cried through most of the night, a mouth that droops down to knobby knees, with a nose redder and brighter than Rudolph’s on a stormy night. I drown in nightmares jingling in my brain as they rattle and clink and make a gurgling noise deep in my bowels, nostalgic memories churning, buried deep in the composting heap of maybe were. Little haunting horrors, bite-sized morsels that I worked so ...
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