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Weekly Contest #342
Harry didn’t plan to spend Valentine’s Day looking at balloons and cards. He had plans. A special luncheon. A fancy lunch with Katie. There he planned to give her a special card he had ordered. A six-toed cat embossed on cover. Custom made. Special order. Memory.Three years earlier. Key West. Hemingway house. Six toed cats abounded. Soft paws on old wood. He bought a silver necklace at the gift shop depicting a six-toed cat. He intended to give it to her later. One cat crossed the porch rail. It stopped in front of Katie like it had been se...
Weekly Contest #339
Harry Miles tasted the cinnamon before he saw the plate.The waitress set it down with a practiced slide. A warm roll, split open, glazed heavy. The icing melted into the cracks like it knew where to go.“On the house,” she said. Harry nodded.He sat in the back booth of the cafe where he could see the front door and the cash register without turning his head. Old habit. He took a bite.Cinnamon. Butter. That sharp sweetness that didn’t ask permission.Then, the taste yanked him backward so fast he stopped chewing.Memory, Suddenly, he sat at a ki...
The Second CupA Harry Miles Small Mercies StoryByEd BenjaminHarry filled the container from the kitchen sink and set it next to the coffee maker. He didn’t rush. Making a cup of coffee had never been something you rushed. Not if you wanted it to mean anything.He had a plain coffee maker. One of those things The house was quiet. Katie had left early for an appointment. The morning light came in low through the window, catching the edge of the counter and the dust that never quite settled. Harry spooned grounds into the filter. Dark roast. Str...
Weekly Contest #288
Small for his age, the ocean breeze loved to tousle Jack’s hair as he walked to the deck. He loved the way the wind felt, especially when he was exploring.The cruise ship, drifting through the Caribbean under a blanket of stars, hummed like a sleeping giant. Onboard, among the 5,000 passengers, adults laughed, danced, and sipped colorful drinks beneath golden chandeliers, their revelry echoing across the decks. The children also enjoyed all manner of water sports, arcade games, and other activities. Yet none of this spectacle held...
Weekly Contest #112
Ed Benjamin 6418 Ryan Ray Bulverde, TX 78163 210-860-0648 Flowingwp@gmail.com The Copse By Ed Benjamin A mountain home in Northwest Arkansas The man stood in the copse of pine trees at the edge of the mountain. He looked down into the valley, watching the road sn...
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