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Weekly Contest #362
She wanted to stand before her dining guests and say “Bon Appétit” as if she were of the highest social standing at the monthly dinner club.Vanessa sat at her office screen, scrolling through her favorite online shopping service and searching not for a meal but for a legacy. Her husband had been promoted to an upper level before arriving on this little planetoid, and she didn’t just want to cook up something. She was reaching for prestige and acceptance as an up-and-coming member of high society. She wanted her social standing to rise faster...
Weekly Contest #361
For fifty-one weeks each year, Ethan Mercer counted down to the only week he allowed himself to be completely happy. He took in the magical view as he walked the short distance from the train he took from Milan to the dock at Verenna. This had become a ritual and would be the fifth trip: a milestone of some kind, he thought.He was far from home. He expected no one to know him. But then the ferry captain who greeted him said, “She’s already there. She’s waiting for you.”The short ride on Lake Como was like a passage to a world where he cou...
Weekly Contest #360
TW: Miscarriage Elana gazed out the window, being pelted by rain, and asked her husband Jules, “Have you seen Ozzie?”“Yes, he’s on the windowsill next to me,” Jules answered.Ozzie gave a brief “prrrt prrt”“He doesn’t like the rain. Besides that, he likes the male bonding you two do.” Elana added a little humor to a dark day.Jules, “I also think he does not like us getting a divorce. We’ve moved everything around, disrupting his life. We’ve turned upside down” Ozzie was surprised by a heavy blast of wind and rain against the window next to hi...
Weekly Contest #359
Nathan pulled off the road at a scenic overlook. What he saw drove him to flights of fancy. The setting sun made a silhouette of a Queen Anne-style home sitting on a small rise. He fell in love with it. This one must be filled with stories, he thought. He was a thoroughly fact-based, science-based design engineer. He didn’t believe in haunted houses or any such folklore. He found it merely entertaining. However, this was wonderfully visual and better than a postcard.While he stopped, he called home. “Where are you?” his adopted moth...
Weekly Contest #244
Detective SelfieAlex Bennet stood outside the oceanfront restaurant. It was early Spring. He was looking for the woman he would soon meet in person for the first time. He had pangs that this was adulterous. His wife died in a car accident three years ago. He would soon meet the woman who lost her husband 5 years ago. If they only met just this once, did it matter? What were his intentions? Did he feel still married although he was separated by death? They chatted back and forth online in the “Widows & Widowers On...
Weekly Contest #242
In the Buttler Institute of American Art, in Ohio, Marc stood in a long hallway wondering what to do next. He missed the bus back to school. He was stuck in an art gallery. “I could call on my cellphone. That would be OK. By Dad's rules it would be a necessary use.” He got the phone with detailed directions about what was legit and what was not. “What if I just camp out here for a while? I’ve only camped out in fields before. No bugs this time. The scenery is easy on the eyes.” It was late Spring....
Weekly Contest #241
Mary sat in her speech therapist's outer office and watched a short video clip on her phone. It made her cry. She longed to be a better artist. She was an amateur photographer and writer. She curated her video lessons to improve herself. This one had a key point. It told her no matter how inspiring other artists were, don’t imitate them. “Find your own voice! It insisted.” She felt betrayed: she had no voice. She was mute from birth. Unlike fellow students in the schools, she attended from time to time, she had perfect hearing. She admired...
Weekly Contest #240
Jack Thompson was cleaning up his future father-in-law’s backyard and looked out over the wide-open space beyond. It was mid-morning in mid-June and the air above the distant airport runway was beginning to shimmer in the Nevada sun. There was no breeze and yet dust devils often appeared unannounced except for the swirling dust and debris they carried along. One of them appeared across the road and seemed to whimsically waver back and forth until it spun across the road and headed straight toward Jack. It stopped only when it ...
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