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Weekly Contest #52
“He is yelling at his cat again. He is such a grumpy old man,” Mia said. “Well it’s not really his cat. It's his daughter’s but she got a new job and she travels a lot so now he is stuck cat-sitting,” Andy explained. “How do you know that? We just moved in two weeks ago,” Mia said, surprised at the amount of information Andy had just shared. “I overheard him talking on the phone with her. He kept asking her when she was going to come to pick up her stupid cat. He was very loud. You were asleep but I thought he was going to wake you,” A...
Weekly Contest #49
We got up early that morning so we could be on the road to beat traffic. This was not a day to be late. The appointment was for 10am but we needed to be there by 8:30am. Everything was riding on this one conversation with a man we had only met once before. It had not gone well the first time. “Let’s wait until we are closer to the office before we stop to get breakfast,” he said. “Ok,” I replied knowing well that he was not hungry. He was just trying to see my reaction. Trying to figure out if I was just as nervous as he was. We ...
Weekly Contest #43
“Here you are Mrs. Sanchez, the keys to your new apartment. Welcome to The Palm Gate,” said the building attendant.“Thank you, happy to be here. Oh, and by the way it’s Ms. Sanchez, not Mrs,” replied Ana.“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't know.”Ana stared at the building attendant as he made his way out of the apartment. After he had shut the door behind him she looked down at the palm of her hand where two freshly cut gold keys sat. “Who will I give the spare key to?” Ana thought. The realization that for the first time in fifteen years sh...
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