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Weekly Contest #371
Mimi didn’t like bees. When she saw one buzz by the corner of her eye, she cried and ran and told it to go away, afraid she would get stung, afraid the bee would somehow get stuck in her ear or her mouth or between her tummy and her shirt and she would get stung at least a hundred times. Grandpa waved the bee away and knelt in front of her. “It’s okay,” he said as she wiped her eyes and sniffed. “There’s no need to be afraid. Mrs. Bee was just saying hello.” “I hate Mrs. Bee,” Mimi said. “I don’t want her to say hello.” Grandpa smiled and hi...
Weekly Contest #370
A stranger came down the mountain on the last day of winter. Under a fur coat he wore fine but worn clothes, leading a mule through the engorged earth. His feet were cold and blistered, his footing clumsy over the melted snow. His beast of burden, weary of the road, huffed and tugged at its lead every so often. Following the sound of guzzling water, he found a group of fishermen crouching by a shallow river. They eyed him curiously over the haze of dawn, dragging nets of bass and trout ashore. “I seek the village of Osak,” he told them quiet...
Weekly Contest #369
Jude had decided on mushroom soup for dinner. One by one she prepared the mushrooms she had picked out that morning, brushing the caps free of dirt, cutting off the stems, chopping them into even slices that she would later throw in a pan. The repetitive work was a mental refuge, one she sought out on most days. A busy mind welcomes busy hands. Her knife hesitated on a porcini mushroom. The cap was flatter and larger than others. Its underside, which she had just rid of a stem, opened in an almost perfectly untouched fan of gills. There was ...
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