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Weekly Contest #295
Gudmund bit his lip as he watched his wife stretch her rough hand toward his new battle ax hanging on the wall, but Hildeburh stopped just short of making contact. He wanted her to take it from the wall and wield it. To feel the heft of its weight and the precise balance he forged it with. But her hesitation said it all. She turned to him and drew the corners of her mouth down into a show of extreme disappointment. “You used the bones of Egil to make this, didn’t you?” “I did,” the blacksmith replied. “Why didn’t you exhume my father’s and u...
Weekly Contest #284
The phenomenon started shortly after I arrived at the old family farmhouse in Fredericksburg. At first I enjoyed the fresh country air and color-changing leaves of fall, but restful sleep now eluded me. Again, as the last night before, I heard the faint and familiar melody of a violin being played from another room. Beautiful sound floated down the hall until it found its way to me. But it couldn’t be his playing. Dad had passed away only two weeks ago and hadn’t played for several years before that. Two empty-nesters in a quiet house. They ...
Weekly Contest #274
I used to think that home security was supposed to improve the quality of life. The new system I installed a few nights ago, though, is giving me nightmares. My sleep is not sound. I toss and turn while imagining a malignant stranger entering the house. So much evil they could do if they caught me or my wife unaware. Our children have grown and moved away. The quiet is no longer welcoming. I own a 9mm Beretta, but I’ve only shot it once in the sanitized arena of an air-conditioned gun range. My wife can’t believe that I’d ever shoot an...
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