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Weekly Contest #61
As Brandi stood up to refill the coffee cups, she looked into the living room at her 10-year-old son, Lloyd. As usual, he was hunkered down in the recliner, eyes glued to his phone, fingers flying across the keys. “Uncle Jerry, I just don’t know what to do with him. He’s becoming an introvert. He doesn’t want to spend time outdoors. He doesn’t play basketball anymore. He doesn’t play with any of his friends.” “He doesn’t have any friends,” Uncle Jerry interjected. “He says he does, but they never actually spend any time together.” Jerry ...
Weekly Contest #55
Laura sat at the picnic table. I followed her gaze. Butterflies, floating around the bush behind the barn. Laura agreed to meet me here, but didn’t know why, not yet. I put the tape recorder down and leaned the shovels against the nearby fence. Laura: Shovels? This puts digging into family history in a new light. (She chuckled.) Aunt Laura. Our relationship transcends family, we are actually great friends. Our current topic of interest – family history. Past history, no problem. Recent history? No answers. We haven’t been able to documen...
Weekly Contest #49
The clock chimed as another hour slipped away. She studied the clock. It was nothing but wood, glass, and mechanical pieces, with 12 metal numbers on the face. Three hands, one to measure the hours, one to measure the minutes and one to measure the seconds. A lifeless object that took up space on the wall. The clock did not place itself, she put it there. She was responsible for its actions. It did not put itself into motion, she did that by placing a battery inside. It didn’t even know the correct time. She had to set it before it could b...
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