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Weekly Contest #269
Eleanor put the final touches on her restoration of an Amish chair. This week she had restored several chairs and two faded paintings. She was proud of her work. At precisely 12 o’clock she would take her lunch break and eat the lunch she had prepared for herself. She would walk exactly one mile to the city clock and back. During her walk, she would keep her head down so she would not make eye contact with anybody. She would go into the women’s bathroom and take off her sapphire locket and rub it and admire it. At precisely 1 o’clock she wou...
Weekly Contest #266
My husband shudders every time I tell him this. He stops hammering a nail into our new shed. “Please, dear, can’t it wait?” he asks. “No,” I say, “the feeling is upon me. I must summon the Muse.” I note that leaves have covered the back yard. I’ll ask him to rake the leaves when he’s finished with the shed. “If you must,” he says. “I know what this means. Tell me when you’re done.” He bows his head in acquiescence, and he continues to hammer. I set about my ritual. A year ago, my ritual had 100 steps. I have narrowed it down to 10 steps, 10 ...
Weekly Contest #263
“I’m King of the Hill! I’m the hero! My team wins!” Judas shouted. He stood on top of a dirt mound with three of his friends around him. The hot midday sun beat down on the sweaty boys. The other four boys glared at him. They hated it when he won, because he gloated so much. “Judas, I need you!” his mother called. He ran to his home. “Judas, please take this to Zacharias’s house.” She handed him a small package. His mother was a short woman who bustled from task to task with energy. She had long black hair and dark eyes. Today she wore...
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