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Submitted to Contest #61
Hot Rod Heaven by Eldridge Stimmel Seeing the look in my grandson’s eyes confirmed I’d made the right decision. In a world of video games, streaming movies, and the myriad other instant-gratification offerings, who would have guessed a lump of tacky plastic would top the favorites list of gifts? The 1930s speed racer had detailed wheels with spokes like a covered wagon, grill fins on either side of the u-shaped hood, and a long stick shift on the left, just forward of the driver’s door. The over tall driver sat hunched over the steerin...
Submitted to Contest #60
Till Undeath Do Us Part by Eldridge Stimmel Her description said, “Part dead, but still loving and vital.” The picture claimed ‘early virus,’ and showed a real babe. Blonde hair, natural judging by the eyebrows, porcelain skin, blue eyes, and very dangerous curves. Even so, I’d never really put a lot into looks. I preferred brains and personality. With a Bachelor’s degree in chemistry and a winning smile, she seemed to have it all. The ‘Looking For’ Section had a long column marked ‘any’ next to all the traits. In the paragraph sect...
Submitted to Contest #59
Rocky Mountain Low By Eldridge Stimmel Pain screamed through my muscles with every step and sang its way through my leg bones like vibrations through the finest crystal. If they shattered, like I felt they must, it meant death. A slow, uncomfortable passing from this land of stark beauty to the next. I’d only meant to spend a few hours on this mountain trail, circling the shallow bowl below me, and building an appetite only the outdoors could foster. The clear skies and warm afternoon sun lulled me into wearing jeans, tennis shoes...
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