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Submitted to Contest #253
At birth, we board the train and meet our parents. We believe they will always travel by our side but one day they step down and leave a permanent vacuum. Some ride the train looking out the rear, yearning for what was near and dear, watching hills roll by and marking every year. Kyle stands on his bathroom Spider-Mat brushing his teeth. Stickers frame the mirror: X-Men, Cars, Toy Story, Barbie, etc. His dirty clothes lay next to the overflowing laundry basket: a yellow Duck Camp shirt, cargo pants, knee-high green Dino socks. The bristles s...
Submitted to Contest #239
"Your eggs are ready, your eggs are ready, your eggs are ready!" "I'm coming Brie," says Mikaela. She slams her sock drawer shut and hops out whilst pulling on a red one to match the green. "Before you say anything, I know they don't match..." She arrives in their living room and Brian is still calling--your eggs are ready, your eggs--but no one is there. Mikaela stops in the middle of the room and takes it all in. The giraffe lamp is still by the mountain painting they did together on their fifth anniversary, right next to the umbrella they...
Submitted to Contest #238
It was just a voice on the phone. “Please call back during our business hours, from Monday to Friday, 9AM to 5PM.” Can a voice be that sinister? Evidently, it can. A beep later, I was alone in my room, staring out at the old snow. I glanced at the kitchen clock, it was 5:02PM. With a sigh, I sunk back a little further into my couch and held my phone at arms length. Should I call again? Interrupted by the microwave’s beep, I stood up to turn it off. I extracted my cup of noodles—scalding hot! Nearly dropped it but managed to...
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