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Weekly Contest #359
He walked toward me in the gym parking lot, Mark an old coworker. It was the fourth time this month. Even though it is the only gym in a thirty-mile radius, it doesn’t matter what time I arrive between six and six thirty a.m. He waits to walk in with me and walk out with me. It’s creepy and can’t be a coincidence.My husband isn’t worried. He sees the world as a place where people do their best as humans and the bad eggs are rare. I tend to over worry. He grew concerned though when Mark bumped into me at the food store, the pharmacy, my salon...
Weekly Contest #182
Dick was elated when he dropped off his daughter, little Nell at a birthday party, it had been a while since he felt comfortable leaving her someplace. Now he had a child-free Saturday afternoon filled with endless possibilities. Maybe some woodworking in the shed, maybe the latest John Grisham novel, but the thought of a cup of tea and a soccer game appealed to him the most. Dick unlocked both locks on the front door, then put the code in to turn off the alarm. As he w...
Weekly Contest #176
It is seven in the morning and I am ready for my daily neighborhood perimeter check. I live in a cul-de-sac with six buildings, each with four apartments and some have a small yard in front or back. It is my job to keep the neighborhood safe and I am all business when it comes to my job. My name, Sir Maximus Winston the First, is longer than I am, so most humans who know me call me, Max. My human, Sheila, tags along with me on my daily walks, once in the morning and again in the evening. The morning walk is quicker than the evening one becau...
Weekly Contest #175
Not everyone is cut out to work in the medical field. You must have thick skin so when a physician, patient, or family member yells at you, it bounces right off. You also need to have compassion for everybody, from babies to homeless people, a warped sense of humor when patients come in with objects inserted into orifices, and the capacity to clean up bodily fluids without vomiting. “I am going to swab the inside of your nostrils for the Cov...
Weekly Contest #173
My gramma’s hair is no longer blonde and thick with curls. Instead, it is soft, thin and so gray, it is almost colorless. Her skin has lost all elasticity and is fragile like tissue paper and that tears easily. The flesh around her face has sunken and makes her clouded eyes appear larger than normal. Her nails are natural, long, and filed perfectly, by my mom, her daughter-in-law. My gramma looks shrunken and small in the large hospital bed, her eyes are closed, her breath is raspy, and her mind goes wandering. ...
Christmas was just a few days away, Miles and his sister Evelyn are sitting on the porch of their childhood home in Northern California, reminiscing about Christmas celebrations from their past. Evelyn smokes her third cigarette and scans the neighbors in the cul-de-sac, putting out decorations, and visiting others with gifts and food. “What do you bet Blair is making his famous apple chutney to go with the ham dinner?” asked Miles. “I can only choke down one bite every year. ...
Weekly Contest #169
Steven tapped on his phone to bring up the GPS. He was a driver for Door Dash and on occasion was known to get lost. GPS said he was going the right way but Steven wasn’t so sure, the road was dark and he just drove through what looked like an oversized wrought iron gate. The street curved to the left and the right and the left again, making Steven’s inner sense of direction dizzy. He pulled over and stopped the car when his phone said, “you have arrived at your destination.” Something felt wrong and Steven checked the GPS again. He did not...
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