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Weekly Contest #340
I didn’t understand what was happening, but then humans have always been a puzzle to me. I knew, though, when the man stooped down to lift me off the floor next to the chesterfield and wrapped a blanket around me, this was not an ordinary moment. It was my blanket, I knew immediately from the scent, but it usually stayed in my bed in the cellar and never came upstairs. Sometimes the woman tossed it into that big white thing in the basement that whirled and roared and when she took my blanket out, I had to roll around in it to get my scent ba...
Weekly Contest #332
Queenie O’Rourke wrapped her fleshy hands around a scalding mug of herbal tea and watched sheets of wind-thrashed rain sluice against the windows of her home on the river’s edge. A hum-dinger of a storm, she thought. Queenie imagined what a fuss the wind and waves would be kicking up out on the sprawling lake into which the river emptied a couple miles downstream. She sighed with relief that she and Moose had sold their place on that lake a while back and settled on a quieter spot, away from the pounding water that bashed the shoreline in st...
Weekly Contest #313
CW: Explicit sexual material. In the Galway offices of genealogist Padraig MacChenney, Larry O’Dwyer gazes at the giant map spread out before him.“This is my cue to go shopping,” jokes Larry’s wife, Marnie. “He’s all yours now, Mr. MacChenney.” She laughs and kisses Larry goodbye.“I shall take good care of him, Mrs. O’Dwyer,” says MacChenney. “Happy shopping.”Hard work has delivered Larry to this moment – his own research back in Canada, and the genealogist’s, here in Ireland. Now he stands in the presence of the man who has overseen that wo...
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