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Weekly Contest #368
The Woman on the Astral PlaneShe remembered dying. Not clearly — only the colour of it, and the choosing that came after.Her eyes darted from one to the other as they passed by in a blur of colour and darkness. The dark ones she feared. The colourful ones reminded her of flowers and butterflies. Something caught her eye. He was standing to one side, as he always had. The way men stand when they have learned that stepping forward changes nothing. She had seen his face before — not here, but in the heat of a page, on a beach in Algeria, in a s...
Weekly Contest #367
60 Seconds60 Seconds0In the vacuum of waiting, with the hissing of my blood pumping, with shallow breaths, thoughts of my mother... a seashell once placed to my ear. A tear fell.Then the smell reached me. I couldn't place it. I didn't know it yet. A damp air of rotten pennies. It had no beginning. It would have no end.I watched my tear fall to the ground, a swirl of rain and mud. I closed my eyes. Beside me, a stream cut through the green, its silence broken by diamonds of sunlight. My dog jumped the stream. I placed a boot into the muddy ba...
Weekly Contest #366
He was glad to see the sun had dipped below the little row of shops. Shade was welcome during this heatwave. He passed the chip shop — someone inside was wearing white flannels, pouring cut potatoes from a silver mesh basket into a chrome container, steam hovered around the top. The whoosh of steam as potatoes hit the boiling water stopped him. He gazed at the man, wondering if he really wanted to be in there. The chip man looked up and smiled, then waved a hand in front of his face — showing him it was hot work. The man smiled back, waved, ...
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