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Submitted to Contest #208
Donuts were the best part of Sunday school. They weren’t exceptional donuts. They weren’t fresh or colorful or inviting. They weren’t coated in decadent gluten-free Nutella or dressed in neon sprinkles. But there they were, nonetheless. Glazed donuts. Chocolate donuts. The mysteriously-filled-with-who-knows-what kind of donuts. My job was arranging them into neat little rows on the foyer table, and I did so with tender loving care. I imagined myself the Lord’s deliverer, a disciple acting in the prophet's name to procure bread for th...
Submitted to Contest #160
The landlord hesitated a split second before shoving the ancient, grimy key for unit 8 into my palm. I debated launching into my new apartment before the impish man could spark another 15-minute history lesson about the surrounding Santa Monica landscape, but feigning politeness, I mustered, “Anything else? I mean, besides what you said about the front gate and the trash days and turning the lock clockwise?” As if I had pried a great and heavy burden from his lips, he wheezed emphatically, “Try not to mind Gill, okay?” And then, in case G...
Submitted to Contest #70
You stow the Polaroid in the icebox because that's the only way a moment remains frozen in time. Pardon the cliche, Richie. I know how much you hate those, but you understand, don't you?The logical explanation is this: wedged between black-eyed peas (defrosted thrice for a purple cheek on different occasions) and the neglected backside of the freezer (where fantastical stalagmites encroach tater tots) you preserve a memory.Richie, if you'd wear your parka you wouldn't catch a cold and you wouldn't need a cast on your right arm. Your father w...
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