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Weekly Contest #318
Joyce Whitmore paused, plate of cookies in hand, as she watched a mother quail march confidently across the street, her brood of tiny, hopping dots bobbing behind her. She raised her hand to alert John from Number 4 as he pulled out of his driveway. He probably didn’t need the warning - John was a cautious driver, one of the considerate ones. Unlike Phyllis at Number 10.“Those for me?” John joked as he drew alongside once the quail had disappeared into the garden shrubbery.“Go on…” Joyce proffered the plate through his open window.John pluck...
Weekly Contest #308
Agatha adjusted the collar of her coat as the train pulled into Fort William station, the late June light brushing the mountain peaks. She’d been pleased when her speaking tour brought her back here after forty-something years, but she hadn’t expected the quiet thrill that coursed through her as the train wound its way across the Scottish moors toward this busy little town at the foot of Ben Nevis.She stepped onto the platform and breathed in the air - pine and peat, sharp and familiar. She had spent a summer here in the ’70s. The boy she’d ...
Weekly Contest #304
Mila forced herself to walk slowly through Chinatown market, her steps steady despite the pounding of her heart. The narrow lanes bustled with life; hawkers shouting prices in a blend of Hokkien, Cantonese, and Mandarin, the sizzle of chestnut carts mingling with the sharp tang of dried seafood. She’d always loved how this part of the city had resisted change and fought to keep its 19th-century shophouses and traditions. “Damn,” Mila muttered, catching herself glancing up at a surveillance drone cruising above the tiled rooftops. She grippe...
Weekly Contest #275
Cedar Grove was the kind of place where people lingered over morning coffee at Benny’s Diner and gathered on their porches long into the evening, so even though it was midnight, Gord McKenzie wasn’t all that surprised to hear the drawn-out notes of a fiddle drift over the lake. After all, he himself was here by the shore setting up his camera in the hopes of capturing the predicted aurora borealis. There were no homes nearby or on the other side of the lake, so the thin crescent moon was the only light that might interfere with his shot. And...
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