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Weekly Contest #300
During the summer I turned ten, my family became homeless. There was no great catastrophe, no secret unveiled, no sudden loss of any sort. The landlady simply asked that we leave within three months time, and three months wasn’t enough for my family to put together a miracle.We were pushed out of the upper level of a modest duplex and ended up over an hour from the city, in a quieter world than one I had ever known. They called it Heartland, though it was far from being the heart of anything. Corn and cows overtook every acre. What little hu...
Weekly Contest #297
It’s 11:11, make a wish. “I wish I had never gotten fired.”It doesn’t come true if you say it out loud. Damn, she forgot that part. No going back in time with that one.The day begins the same way it always does: with a bowl of corn flakes. Filling food, safe food, full of sugars and carbs and lactose-free milk. She doesn’t have to think about a thing as she prepares it. It won’t do much to soothe the ache in her head, but maybe it’ll help settle her stomach.God, what happened last night?Maybe it’s for the best that she’d been fired. That dea...
Weekly Contest #295
Hi. Hello. Sorry, I’m not used to doing things like this. For those of you who don’t know me…which seems to be a good many of you, my name is Elizabeth. Diane is…was my mother. She was my mother for my entire life, obviously, but I was only her child for a small portion of hers. My mother was always old. That sounds almost cruel to say, though maybe age isn’t quite a burden to the likes of you as it is to the likes of me. See, I’m 53 and I feel my age with every step I take. But you, all of you, I look out into the crowd and I see young eyes...
Weekly Contest #280
On the way to the drug store stands a woman and her table. She has pamphlets about God strewn about across the surface, held in place with various forms of paperweights - everything from rocks to glassware to hardcover books to decks of cards still in their packages. The table is a simple thing made of sturdy plastic with folding legs. She dresses it up nicely with a tablecloth, the front of which is embroidered in messy stitches to say: TAKE ONE. My apartment overlooks where she stands. Even through the constant, thick fog I can make ...
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