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Weekly Contest #335
“Dad,” Janine Singh whispered, even though Bo was not within earshot—he was still sitting behind a closed door in the ‘closing’ room that they were just temporarily leaving, where the interview had moments ago concluded. “I don’t think he even knows what a mortgage is.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Janie,” Marvin Oldham said, putting a loving arm around his 45-year-old daughter, as they walked down a short hallway, toward the break room. She was taller than him, now that he was stooped. His wool sweater-sleeve was scratchy on her neck, as he said: ...
Weekly Contest #164
“Where I come from,” Norma said, “doing something like that is liable to get you poisoned.”For a moment, Larry stopped chewing the steak she had made for him. It was rare. The steak and to have a pretty, younger woman interested in him. Norma’s short hair was dyed bright red and her dark eyes were as sharp as razor blades while she stared at him from across the kitchen table.“Well, honey,” he said, after swallowing. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought it would be funny. And where are you from, anyway?”Norma stood, left the table, a...
Weekly Contest #132
“Honey, you could worship a shoe for all I care. And I’d still love you.” “I know,” Trinity said. “And that’s what makes this so hard.” Matt’s dog jumped between them onto the couch, spun around twice, then put his head on her thigh. It was late winter. A cold rain was falling outside and a warm fire was crackling inside. “Hitch loves you, too,” Matt said, as he put an arm around Trinity’s tense body, and a hand on her left shoulder. “Who was it that you named Hitch after?” Trinity asked, as she began running her pink na...
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