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Submitted to Contest #235
“My great grandfather was an Okie,” Tom explained. “Think he was nineteen when his family went out to California. He met Great-Gram at a refugee camp, if you can believe that.” He stopped and chuckled. “Family legend has it when they were picking lemons together, she kept looking over and finding his ladder right by hers. Grandma was two when he went off to war, I guess.” “No doubt she never saw him again after that,” Ellie said. Her eyes were dry for the first time in an hour at least, Tom judged. “Oh, no, he was one of the lucky ones w...
Submitted to Contest #198
Trigger warning: Bullying That week, it wasn’t even lunchtime on Monday when Jamie found himself sent off to the principal’s office, his eyes still red from the latest tormenting from Mike and the others. All the way down the hall he told himself he didn’t care, he was numb, he could take it. All the way down the hall he couldn’t convince himself, no matter how he tried. At least Mrs. Burroughs was sympathetic as usual. “Oh, Jamie, not again,” she said as he lay the crumpled discipline slip on her desk. “When is Mrs. Anderton going to ...
Submitted to Contest #181
Jason hardly ever set foot in the dining room. Clarence wasn’t sure he’d ever seen him eat there, not in the two years and change since they’d realized their wartime dream and moved up here. That had always been just fine by Clarence, and never more so than today. Second shift had started well over an hour ago by the time Clarence arrived in the dining room with his soup and bread, and spotted those two out behind the shed. Had Jason called in sick again? Or had the fool just not noticed the time? Clarence worked the first shift at...
Submitted to Contest #179
I never imagined it would be this warm on New Year’s Day, even out west at Aunt Sarah’s place. The view from my new room isn’t just beautiful, it’s serene. Cornell Road and the stately houses across the street, and the woods and hills beyond – it’s like one of those idyllic storybooks I used to read in grade school and imagine my life was in one of those imaginary towns, instead of my dirty and gritty hometown with all its unemployment and gangs and worse. Little did I know then that I would get my wish before I was even into high school...
Submitted to Contest #157
It was August, and the slow-dance gang was over by then. That probably had something to do with why I finally asked Rachel out, though I'm really not sure. Everyone else at the student house still called us 'the slow-dance gang' with as much sneering as ever. But Rachel had said the slow-dance gang was over. No one else knew just why, but it was her apartment and her CDs, and so we never questioned it, or at least I didn't. I was still hopelessly in love with Arlene and had no desire to watch from the couch as she waltzed about in Leo’s ar...
Submitted to Contest #143
“Me ma’s from Darwin. Up there you had to make your own fun.” That was Reggie’s excuse for every bit of trouble he’d ever got himself into, including the ones where Elaina had found herself mixed up. The last of those, where they’d tried to get old man Lawton’s ’74 Valiant running and move it to the other side of his backyard while he was out of town, had been the last straw for Elaina’s parents. “He’s been getting you in trouble since grade three!” Father had thundered after the cops had delivered her home. “Why do you even want anything ...
Submitted to Contest #142
The city library wasn’t in the worst part of our town. But it was close enough to always double-check that I’d locked my bike before I went inside. That spring, I’d taken to always riding down there after school to do my homework. Though I was from the right side of the tracks – barely – I wasn’t scared of the ride not quite into the slums. It was where most of my friends lived, which was one of a hundred reasons why my mother and I didn’t get along at all lately. Another was my avoiding spending time at home after school. “You ought to fa...
Submitted to Contest #133
Jerry heard his mother in the hallway a second too late to avoid getting caught red-handed, perched on his desk chair with one hand deep in the reaches of the top shelf of his closet. “What are you doing in there, sweetheart?” she asked from the doorway. “Oh, nothing!” Jerry said much too emphatically, even he could hear that as he let go of the contraband magazine and pulled his hand out. Along the way he knocked something out of place that he couldn’t make out in the darkness, and it came tumbling out – an old heart-shaped box. “I hope...
Submitted to Contest #131
The first time I saw Jen, she was coming down the path from Loorsey Hall just after second bell. She was laughing at something another girl said when they were passing, and her joyful smile and bouncing dark curls caught my attention. I smiled back as I approached her. When we made eye-contact, she recoiled and stepped off the path to give me a wide berth. I was used to the older girls looking at me like that because I was a freshman and a scholarship kid, and I knew just how to handle it. “Good morning,” I said, not losing the smile. “D...
Submitted to Contest #81
It took Pauline ages to scrub off the grime from the ’74 Cadillac she was restoring. But it was worth it, for she’d finally gotten the engine to start. If the neighbors hadn’t all heard her whoop of triumph down to both ends of the block, they’d surely heard the engine chugging, for she hadn’t bought a new muffler yet. In any event, she mused as she finally emerged from the shower and put on her favorite red top and white pants, that made two things Florence would be overjoyed with when she got home. Besides the candlelit dinner Pauline ha...
Submitted to Contest #73
“Freakin’ Kansas City,” Becky grumbled from across the aisle as the bus pulled off the snowy interstate. “Most boring city on earth!” “I’ve always wanted to see it, myself,” Kate replied with a smile, though after all these weeks she wondered why she bothered when her fellow dancer was in one of her moods. “You would say that,” Becky said. “What do you know about Kansas City anyway, Miss East Coast? You probably think it’s in Kansas, don’t you?” “Part of it is, although the bigger part is in Missouri. In fact, it’s the biggest city in ...
Submitted to Contest #68
It was a cheap hotel and a pair of unfamiliar beds, and I probably wouldn’t have slept very well under any circumstances anyhow. Whatever the reason, Ben and I were up in time to see the sunrise.I didn’t mind a bit. The sooner this was over, the better.While he was still in the shower I walked down the balcony to get a coffee in the hotel lobby. The sun was just peeking over the horizon and the asphalt wasn’t the blistering hot sheet it would be in an hour or so, but I wore my sandals anyway. I hadn’t seen any snakes last night but that didn...
Submitted to Contest #64
Three things had roared through my mind on that wonderful day last spring when I got my acceptance letter from Branford Academy. When Penny greeted me scarcely twenty minutes after Dad dropped me off, I was down to one for three for the time being. But at least that one was under my own control. I was still smarting from the first illusion to fall when Penny invited herself into my new room and handed me the second. I was sitting on my new, as-yet sheetless bed, looking out the window at the steel-and-glass view of New Campus when I heard ...
Submitted to Contest #47
Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. I don’t expect you to thank me for driving you there, but you mumble “Thanks” as I shut the trunk. “You’re welcome,” I say, and we set off to navigate the parked cars and arriving travellers. “But you know, Steve, one of these days you’re going to come back from Pittsfield and I’m not gonna be around.” “You’ve been sayin’ that ever since you got out of the navy,” you say as if I don’t know. “You taken over your mother’s mortgage yet?” “She’s invited me to, instead of payin’ rent,” I say. “But ...
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