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Weekly Contest #360
Around Table One, the gallery of the Scrabble Club pressed three rows deep. The air in the hall was thick, smelling faintly of sultana scones, instant coffee, and the sharp energy of the scandalous unspoken. It was the kind of crowd where nobody dared to sigh too loudly for fear of disturbing the layout of tiles on the grid below.Six months ago, Arthur, the undisputed champion of the regional circuit, had been caught with a blank tile quietly palmed in his left hand during the North Island Cup. It was a clumsy bit of chicanery, noticed only ...
ResinThis Scrabble board is bright with possibilities, a grid of things that might be said if only I had the tiles. I chose it because it is not the dull, traditional cream and green. It lies there, bright as a primary-school classroom, waiting to be encased.I have the resin. It arrived in plastic bottles, clear and chemical. I have the turntable—the Lazy Susan—a wooden circle waiting for its revolution. Of course, it is too small. This world is often too small for the games we try to play. To make it fit, I must perform a surgery. I must lo...
Weekly Contest #359
Helen, nursing a gin and tonic that was ninety percent gin, had swiped right mostly because she liked Ruth’s kitchen. It was an island of five spice and oyster swirl marble, looking remarkably clean, whereas Helen’s own kitchen was the size of a broom cupboard and smelled faintly of damp dishcloths. They met at the Event Cinemas Gold Class, where the seats reclined so far back you were practically in a state of clinical repose before the trailers even started. The film was called Incipience. It was one of those high-concept Christopher Nolan...
MemorialShe looked around the room and realised with a shock how separate their worlds had been. She knew no one. Apart from George of course.“We were friends.” The words felt like dry sand, gritty in her mouth.“Really? I thought I knew all Beck’s friends.”Never Beck, Grace thought. Rebecca. A name with corners. Who was this thin woman, with the perfectly applied lip gloss, claiming ownership with a diminutive?“Colleagues,” Grace said, keeping her voice flat. “Rebecca and I shared an office.”“Oh, work.” The woman dismissed it, filing it unde...
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