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Weekly Contest #49
The little boy looked up at me with big eyes. His curls fell almost to his lashes and I wanted to help him, but I couldn’t. His arms extended up to me in supplication, and their sweetness hit me like a spring breeze, their baby chubbiness just beginning to give way to little boyhood. The spring air, the smell of cut grass, the flowers waving in the breeze, all belied what was coming. He’d seen it, he knew he needed help. And I was the only one around. But I wasn’t old enough to be a mother, and I had never even been a big sister. I had no w...
Weekly Contest #48
The line at the coffee shop snaked through the tables and chairs all the way to the door. Tara walked to the front, and when she arrived the person next in line turned to her. “Hey, go ahead of me. I can see you’re in a rush.” No murmur of dissent came from behind. Tara thanked him and put in her order. Walking from the cash register with her coffee, a man stood up from his table. “Here, take mine. I’ve been here a while and you look like you need a seat.” She smiled her thanks and settled in. The ladies speaking loudly at the nex...
The train rattled and swayed as night slipped past outside. Halfway down the car sat one other passenger: a boy, maybe twelve years old. It was hard to tell, children seemed to grow up faster here, so she often found she was wrong. The boy looked like a mark if she had ever seen one. He didn’t look rich, but he looked like someone cared, which probably meant he had some cash in his pocket. That was a dangerous way to look around here. The train stopped, the boy remained seated, and three guys boarded. The guys were early twenties, clearly ...
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