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Submitted to Contest #47
This feels inexcusable, the amount of time you’re wasting. You lie on the couch and re-read Percy Jackson books. Yesterday was eleven years since your grandfather died. You went to mass with your mom, older sister, younger brother and younger sister. All of you filed in and stood in the back. It was nice to be back, really. The church was as you’d left it -- imperfect, empty, full of words, and yet hesitantly beautiful. You thought of your grandfather and tried to see him next to you, standing in the back of tha...
Submitted to Contest #44
“Thanks.” I said. “The world is yours.” She replied and handed me the change. It was sunny and hot and I was getting coffee. I had been in a car for about five days. Trees and roads and my friend Ally and his loud music had been my only company. We were in my car because Ally’s dad was a librarian who worked across the bridge over in New Jersey and he definitely needed his car. So here we were in my sister’s Volvo with the fender that hangs over the edge and the sunroof that leaks and the air conditioning tha...
Submitted to Contest #43
It was late on a Friday, but early in the whole quarantine period -- which had yet to end but still had an “early” quality in Damien’s mind. His friends from high school had set themselves up on a computer screen in hard lined boxes. It was nice to see their faces. Damien’s friend John was alone in his house. His parents were somewhere. John looked at his door. “What?” “I thought I saw something.” “Something, or someone.” “A shadow.” “What would be worse, something or someone?” Damien asked. “Someone.” Said...
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