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Weekly Contest #376
I am drunk at 3 am when I have the thought that having something to lose is burdensome. Mindy is asleep next to me, buried in a knit blanket, smelling of beer. I study her features, her cupid’s bow, her thin hands with bitten nails, the curl of her lashes. The house creaks softly around us. It’s a full moon and the light cuts through the blinds. This is just an accidental thing, this love affair. I met her at a bar one night, spotted her loading coins into the jukebox. She wore a tank top that showed off freckled shoulders and when I appro...
Weekly Contest #373
“The neighbor is a vampire.” I look up from my mashed potatoes at my daughter Lila, who is watching me from across the dinner table with her big blue eyes. It’s the week before Halloween. Cory, my husband, stabs a green bean with his fork and laughs. “I didn’t realize you even knew what vampires were.” She smiles smugly and rolls her eyes. “Of course I know what a vampire is, daddy.” Lila is four, and loves all things Halloween. I had spent nine months dreaming of princess parties and tiaras and all things pink and glittery, with very li...
Weekly Contest #372
Trigger warning: this story contains subject material that may be upsetting such as sexual abuse, substance abuse, suicide/self harm. I have never been good with beginnings. Maybe this is why things panned out the way they did. Maybe it’s why I left without any hesitation. On a Monday afternoon in late August, I filled up my gas tank with every dollar I had, threw all of my clothes in the backseat of my Monte Carlo, and started driving west. I had not had a cell phone in six months so I relied on a map I found at a gas station, stretched a...
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