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Submitted to Contest #315
I was on the bus, heading home from a birthday weekend in New York. I went up a few times a year to see a couple of plays and my college friend Shelley. Shelley had her own apartment in the city and designed sets for professional theater. I lived with my parents in Baltimore, worked at whatever, and wrote beginnings of plays and lost interest and wrote again but never finished anything. I told myself quiet desperation was an important ingredient for eventual art. There were probably other ingredients I hadn’t identified. Shelley had spoile...
Submitted to Contest #284
It was a good night. One of those places that doesn’t try too hard because the regulars show up regardless, and they like it just fine like it is. We sat at a table in the back corner and Jimmy got us a couple of beers from the bar.A mismatched couple—middle-aged woman dressed and groomed and older man in a ZZ Top t-shirt—were singing “Two Tickets to Paradise,” and they really meant it. When they finished, people clapped and cheered them by name. The emcee asked, “How many years you been singing together now?” “Three, in March,” said the wom...
Submitted to Contest #278
Lisa had always avoided being alone with him. Something about him…. And now here she was, the only other person in the room. She refused to look at the bed, at him. His jagged breath shredded the air, her lungs working in sympathy, against her will. Her mom took in strays—cats and dogs Lisa and Jimmy loved, men they didn’t. Stu was the last of those. The first who didn’t leave.He trailed around after mother like the cats and dogs, grateful and jittery. It took a full year for him to stand up straight, that’s how it felt to Lisa. She kep...
Submitted to Contest #271
This is the first and now the fourth place she’s left things. Campus—students trooping between classes, clamped to their phones. So, reward the ones who look around. A stained-glass bird near the fountain. A glass-shell-bead fish hanging from a statue. Sun catchers near the library, the Student Union, the cafeteria. This time, abstract human figures—glass-wire-whatever. In the plaza near the physics building, she sees a bench overhung by a promising branch. Sitting, she opens the box of mixed-media people. The cords and cards are tangled. As...
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