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Weekly Contest #359
“Ninety days in the county jail” the judge declared after Gus had been convicted of possessing dangerous drugs, a misdemeanor. The sentence was not unexpected. The prosecutor had a reputation for dragging out cases against colorful, long-haired people until just before summer time, then handing out three month sentences to “get them damn hippies off the street before the tourist season hits.” Orders from Mayor WilcoxThe nineteen forty-nine wood paneled station wagon meandered through the traffic on the Pacific Coast Highway (Route 1) in Lag...
Weekly Contest #343
Dance Floor FiascoThe vocalist had a case of early water breakage. She wasn’t due for another two weeks. The little arrival was on his or her own schedule, though. Seems we were the only replacement band they could find on such short notice who didn’t already have a gig for this Friday night. I had been people watching from my stool at the end of the bar. I manage the band that would be on the stage for this event at the Regency Hotel. Our usual venues were more of the hoi palloi variety, a step down from the fancy nature of this gig. The b...
Weekly Contest #339
“That’s the best smell I ever smelt” Socrates Harrison declared. Soc, as he was called, had just checked into the white’s only hotel in Clarksdale, Mississippi. He had taken the train from his home town in Mobile to hear the sound of the raw music that was filtering down to his area from the Delta plantations and juke joints. After walking the last ten miles on the road along the Sunflower River, his tired and dusty appearance at first had the hotel desk clerk concerned, until Soc pulled the wad of greenbacks from his pocket. After checking ...
Weekly Contest #338
CW: Contains nudity and mild sexual content THE BLUES HAD A BABY by gil harrisLunch at the Mountainside Brew Pub was going to be the highlight of Gus’s day. Not much else going on. His usual stool at the end of the bar was unoccupied. The spot was somewhat isolated, stuck in a corner. Gus could see everything going on from his vantage there.“Hi Gus” Anna the bartender greeted. Gus set the book he was reading on the bar. “Hi backatcha” Gus replied.“The usual?” Anna asked. She already had the mug under the Smokehouse Porter tap.“Great” Gus ack...
Weekly Contest #333
SAVED BY RICE AND BEANS “That cliff looks good. I can throw myself off onto those rocks” Mercedes considered. She hadn’t quite figured how she was going to do it. This might be it. Her car was parked in the restaurant parking lot. The keys were in the ignition.“My life is so fucked up, I don’t want to face whatever shit hits my fan tomorrow.” she had thought before driving with no destination in mind. She took the coast highway route north to Big Sur. Seeing the sign for the restaurant reminded her that she was hungry.In the past twenty-four...
Weekly Contest #270
Cayenne Surprise I grew up in the most anti-culinary household in the history of cookery. The only spice in the cabinet was salt and Accent (Monosodium glutamate). A celebratory night out was a trip to the Sizzler Steak House, the most mundane so-called restaurant in the history of dining establishments. Granted, this was before the advent of Olive Garden and Red Lobster, those lame excuses for restaurants. Italian food in my household was from a Chef Boyardee can. Home cooked dinner was anything deep fried in bacon grease. Any v...
Weekly Contest #269
AVACADO REMEDY Eric Hendricks settled in to his task in the genetics lab at Cal Tech. The CEQ8000 DNA sequencer was turned on and analyzing the samples that Eric was feeding into it. The Beckman Coulter CEQ8000 DNA Sequencer had just arrived at the lab. Cal Tech had been selected as one of three beta sites to test the latest and most advanced sequencer on the market. Eric, a biometric engineering student, brushed aside the long lock of his re...
Weekly Contest #268
Dance Floor FiascoThe vocalist had a case of early water breakage. She wasn’t due for another two weeks. The little arrival was on his or her own schedule, though. Seems we were the only replacement band they could find on such short notice that didn’t already have a gig for this Friday night. I had been people watching from my stool at the end of the bar. I manage the band that would be on the stage for this event at the Regency Hotel. Our usual venues were more of the hoi palloi variety, a step down from the fancy nature of this gig. The ...
Weekly Contest #267
SHOULD I TELL HER? Why did you pick me to dance? You seem to know what to do on the dance floor. Can’t say that about most of the other guys around here.” “Just saw some pretty legs that seems they should be on the floor.” “Thanks. I’m glad you thought so.” “This one sounds like a cha cha beat. Wanna go for it?” “Don’t think I know how to cha cha. Wanna show me?” “Love to. Those pretty legs shouldn’t be just standing around.” He was hoping they’d be wrapped around his neck before the night was over. “Are you from around here?” she asked. “Ha...
Weekly Contest #266
GUS’S PARTY CLOTHES by Gil Harris“Looks like a great day. Fog has blown away. Sky is blue. I’ll do a few things around here until lunch time, hit the food truck downtown for some tacos, then come back and meditate. Need to recharge my brain after last night’s partying. Then an afternoon body surfing at the Main Beach.” Gus told himself after sleeping in and standing on the porch at 10:00 on a Saturday morning. Last night had been a late one. He and his friends...
GUS’S PARTY CLOTHES by Gil Harris“Looks like a great day. Fog has blown away. Sky is blue. I’ll do a few things around here until lunch time, hit the food truck downtown for some tacos, then come back and meditate. Need to recharge my brain after last night’s partying. Then an afternoon for body surfing at the Main Beach.” Gus told himself after sleeping in and standing on the porch at 10:00 on a Saturday morning. Last night had been a late one. He and his fri...
Weekly Contest #264
"No one noticed you staggering into the place" Wayno said as he and Gus were filling their plates from the buffet along the wall. Wayno was Gus's best man. They were at the wedding rehearsal a couple of days before Gus and Lisa, his fiancee were getting married"Yeah, thanks to David's entrance." David was Gus's soon to be brother in law and one of his hanging buddies. A few minutes after Gus and Lisa came through the door, David came in with the lady he had been seeing for the past couple of weeks. Lisa's parents, who had set up the rehearsa...
Weekly Contest #262
SUMMER VACATION AT THEO LACY My idea of the perfect summer vacation destination was not Theo Lacy Correctional Facility. I should be somewhere to get relief from the heat and boredom. Swimming pool. Beach resort. Even somewhere with air conditioning. My three-month stay is the result of local law enforcement finding a few roaches in my car's ash tray. The prosecutor kept continuing my trial until late May. When I was finally sentenced to three-months of county time, it was almost June. That meant I wouldn't be released until late August, eve...
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