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Weekly Contest #277
Such a craving for eggs I had. Indescribable, really, this craving. I don’t know where it came from—maybe the cat I met in the alley the night before, with its tail between its legs, or maybe the sour milk I poured down the drain that morning. Don’t ask me why. Either way, the craving for eggs was so large it could fill my bathtub. I opened the fridge. Of course, I didn’t have any eggs. What I had was a slab of butter, a red bell pepper, a packet of ground beef, and a tin of tuna. I like my tuna chilled. Makes it soak up better, somehow, all...
Weekly Contest #239
South of Yanshan, between Beijing and Chengde, the Great Wall of China runs through the North China Plain. What few people know is that between a crook in a river and a tight canyon pass, the Wall forks off into unplumbed lands. This is the Blue Wall of China, the branch I found myself lost on by happenstance. I had walked the Wall for many days, from the touristy conflagrations around Beijing and then further north, when I saw it—out of the corner of my eyes was a speck of sky-blue, yet it wasn’t above me. I climbed, with difficulty, down t...
Weekly Contest #238
A young man with a pimple-pocked face placed a grey plastic cup filled with iced lemon tea before me. I explained—or tried to, at least—that I had ordered milk tea, but he either did not hear me or did not care; either way, I was stuck with the lemon tea. It had four—no, five—slices of lemon, which I crushed with the plastic straw. A container filled with packets of sugar was on the edge of the table, and after having tasted the tea and deemed it both much too bitter and now much too sour, I tore up and poured in three packets. The sugar was...
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