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Weekly Contest #43
The Yard Sale Purchase Lizzie Anderson was twelve years old with a crop of golden hair and a smile you could hang on forever. She had vivid blue eyes and was of average height and weight. At the moment, she felt like she was six inches tall. “But, mother, I really do love Aunt Beatrice. I just don’t want to gallivant the countryside running from one stupid yard sale after another. It’s not how I want to spend my Saturday. I had plans.” Lizzie’s mother smiled at her. “Your father has an important golf tournament and I...
Mr. Fixit It was a blue Sunday at the Marin’s. The grandfather clock chimed nine bells and not a creature was stirring. Marilyn awoke and was pouring rain and cold and windy. She looked depressed. She made her way down to the kitchen. Once there, she started the coffee maker and looked over the large board that listed all of the spring cleaning chores on the agenda for the day. The deal was that if it was sunny there were going out on a family picnic and no chores. But...
Weekly Contest #42
The Job Edna Williams stood just a little bit over five feet tall and weighed about a hundred and ten pounds. She was fifty-three years old and looked her age. The petite lady walked with determination into The Black Orchid, a biker bar, and wrinkled her nose at the smell of stale beer, cigarettes and sweat. She walked up to the bar and all conversation stopped. Edna barely managed to climb up the impossible tall stool; it was like scaling Mt. Everest to her. She look...
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