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Danielle Lyon

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Minnie Ross's Retirement Diary

Weekly Contest #357

June 12Lindomar Hollow is the perfect place to settle down. Each bedroom in our rental cottage has a little desk with a view of the ocean. I bought a computer with the loot from our last heist and ordered a jigsaw puzzle that arrived yesterday. Retirement suits me. If only I could say the same for Imogen. This morning, I woke to a scream of agony. I should be used to it; I’ve spent years falling asleep to the wails of victims or Imogen’s tyrannical laughter. I leapt from my bed and raced down the stairs while tugging a dressing gown over my ...

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Non-Starter

Weekly Contest #356

“It’s easier to breathe in the woods,” Iris said. Fireflies ambled lazily as the breeze wove between the trees, whisking tall grass against her Converse high-tops. Harry trailed after her. He wiped his forehead, skewing his hair skyward. “When you suggested going for a walk, a hike was not what I had in mind.” “C’mon Harrison, I doubt you’d rather be crushing Capri Suns and eating superstore pizza at the party,” Iris called to her longtime partner-in-crime. She swung her ponytail over her shoulder. “We needed the space.” His fingers itched t...

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Gems

Weekly Contest #355

Cass checked her phone. Isabella’s never late. In their twenty-year friendship, Isabella had been late maybe one time: after a fender bender she “did not cause”—a point she continued to insist upon. Between her friend’s reckless driving and sheer force of will, something was wrong if she missed an appointment. And while this was a simple mani-pedi, in two days all attention was going to be on one of Isabella’s fingers. The one on her left hand, directly connected to her heart. “It’ll just be another minute or so,” Cass said. The recepti...

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Shelf Life

Weekly Contest #354

Before the sunrise filtered through the low hanging cloud of smog, Posie started her car. This was Los Angeles. She could either commute early, tolerate the traffic, or not go to work at all. If she were a librarian with more senior standing, her commute would be less arduous. She’d only need to take one highway to get to the Central Library from her studio in Silverlake. Though the 101 was less than glamorous, Posie fantasized about pushing a book cart beneath the main branch’s ornate tiled dome, or taking her tea breaks beside the fountain...

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Garbage In, Garbage Out

Britta could not hear herself think, but for the love of all things holy, it’s the one thing she needed to do. It was 5:00 p.m.: quitting time anywhere else in the world, but in Britta’s house, things were just heating up. Dinner simmered on the stove, a long-winded co-worker yammered in her earbuds, and her irascible children clamored for a snack. Outside the house, construction vehicles beeped and clanged a few lots down, adding a new building to their condominium complex. A woman with a neon sun visor rummaged elbow-deep in Britta’s ga...

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Press

Weekly Contest #351

A stair creaked, but Bridget was sure she’d stepped over the noisy one. She balanced in her socked feet, straining her eyes for any signs of movement. The halls of Pinecrest Academy for Girls were cloaked in darkness. Nobody should be out of their room—least of all, Bridget— but she was hunting for a trophy. It needn’t be anything specific. She wanted something that would fit in her palm; to hold in her hand or tote in her pocket when she needed it. A perpetual reminder that something belonged to her. There was another sound, the scuff of a ...

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Sports Fan

Weekly Contest #350

Andrew was surprised to receive Nick’s text. He hadn’t heard from him in months. They used to hang out every Friday night until Andrew outgrew the bar scene. Now he spent most of his time at work or playing with his dog, Boots. Nick hadn’t done the same. The text promised big news, and what better place to share big news than at the pickleball club? Nick waited on their reserved court, twirling his paddle with one hand and texting with the other. “You look good, man,” Andrew said as he approached. If anything, Nick was overdressed. Surely pi...

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Wheat and Chaff

Weekly Contest #349

Arra cried silently, stooped over the cutting board lest anyone in the compound notice. Orion sat at the table behind her, absorbed in his logbooks and storeroom inventories. Leda bustled nearby, mending clothing and linens. Through the blur of saltwater, Arra could see Titus chopping wood outside. She matched his rhythmic cadence, aligning her knife with his axe to steady herself. She’d prepared any number of excuses. She was chopping an onion, and the juices wreaked havoc on her mucus membranes. It was an onion she’d planted, tended, and p...

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Fool's Gold

Weekly Contest #348

Evanna tipped her canteen beneath the scarred carafe, capturing every drop of rationed orange beverage. Her stomach turned at the acrid scent. The sludge wasn’t appetizing or filling, but promised vital nutrients. Behind her, Dillon shifted from foot to foot. His canteen was the one he got on their first day in the hostel, with the dent and a ring of filth around the neck. Second or third hand, just like everything else. “Move along, assignments start in five minutes,” Mr. Coney growled. Evanna stepped aside to let Dillon get his fill. If he...

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Heart Race & Race Pace

Weekly Contest #347

You’re never up this early except for something good, like coffee and a pastry. No —don’t think about pastries. No one at this gym is thinking about pastries. How could anybody think about pastries when the smell of sweat, rubber mats, and disinfectant assaults you with every turn? It’s been so long you set foot in a gym, you’re mildly surprised the peeling plastic keyfob still works. A few months ago, this place was packed with good-looking people squatting, curling, and sweating in front of unforgiving mirrors. Now it’s less cr...

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Sea Legs

Ernest perched on the porcelain dock, ready to set sail. The tide was out, hardly visible from his vantage point. Chatter from dispatch told him he would sail today, but not for hours. With a wheeze from water-weakened lungs, he sighed and slipped back into his memories. His first voyage: the shock of the water temperature, far warmer than he expected. The thinnest slip of the currents, growing stronger as he ventured further into the deep. The screams of his fellow sailors in a storm; water pouring from a malevolent god. There were too ma...

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Superbloom

Weekly Contest #345

There are too many people on this train. I’d hoped to rack up enough variables to deter a crowd: weekday, early season, a decrepit train line with no destination other than the landscape outside the window. And yet, as the train pulls away from the station, every seat sways with bodies. The tracks drop to the desert floor. Elbows pulled tight to my sides, I scan for a safe seat and size up the crowd. It’s mostly retirees, locals killing time, or state park passholders seeking the season of the superbloom. It isn’t ideal, but it eases some of...

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Rumours Ends Before It Begins

Weekly Contest #344

There wasn’t a space for her. She’d waited all week and worked on her act for far longer. She’d been able to pick harmonies from the radio before she was in hard shoes and had a guitar in her hand since age four. In more recent times, she spent her days scrawling lyrics in the margins of her homework assignments, singing softly to herself as she passed in the halls of Menlo-Atherton High School. The clipboard in front of her was half-hidden through her thick, blonde bangs. She blinked, disbelieving. Every line on the Youth Ope...

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Golden Retriever

Weekly Contest #343

Pilates with the other grade school mommies cannot be missed. Most of us go for the social hour and the promise of after-sweat smoothies, but I love the workout. It keeps me trim, strong, and ready for whatever happens next. My smartwatch pauses its heart rate tracker to inform me that Michael is calling. I slip out of the studio with a whispered apology to the instructor and take the call. “Sorry to interrupt, babe, but I’m feeling so down. I know hearing your voice will help,” Michael says. “What is it?” I’m instantly on high alert, but I ...

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Crush

Weekly Contest #342

Maya scanned her ID badge and stepped into the elevator. Her heart beat so hard she was sure everyone could see it through the thick canvas of her Repression Solutions coveralls. The brushed metal doors reflected her coworkers, swaying like wraiths as the car conveyed them into the subterranean depths. Maya’s stomach flipped when they touched down on the warehouse floor. She climbed a ladder and nestled in the cockpit of her mech, flipping switches to activate the hydraulic legs beneath her. The startup safety protocols ran. She reviewed the...

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