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Submitted to Contest #294
Mark Coyle is dead, and I am queasy. It struck me as odd because he was a sturdy man. Couldn't have been more than 65. Not fit per se, but he was always clear-eyed and lucid, up-to-date on the latest in politics and technology. Our conversations were infrequent; brief and always hovering at the surface. A morning wave. Some weather talk. Maybe a complaint or two about the asshole in the White House. But I didn't know Mark and Mark didn't know me, and it was clear that we both liked it that way. So when my phone rang last week and the Caller ...
Submitted to Contest #261
Somewhere under Tim's floppy brown hair, behind his liquid pale blue eyes, buried deep inside his cavernous gut, two words remained submerged under a lifetime of wrong turns and inevitable misfortunes. He could see them in his mind, feel them hanging on the tip of his tongue; he could use them as a whisper when he nuzzled his face into Carlie, the brown dachshund that seemed to be the only living mammal that understood him; he could feel them like a silent warmth crawling up his spine. But saying them aloud to Maureen? Fuck no. Saying 'th...
Submitted to Contest #259
Connor stared at the humongous fish tank that severed the restaurant in two. A small treasure chest overfilled with bubbles, each rising to the surface to die. And as he watched a small school of neon tetras glide by aimlessly, Connor silently acknowledged that he would give anything to swim through the synthetic tendrils of plastic seaweed. "Do you even hear what I'm saying?" Michael asked. "Cause I'll tell you what, Con, you're running out of time, and the answer is sure as hell not in that tank." Connor wished the answer was in the tank, ...
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