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Weekly Contest #372
Dana Miller prided herself on never publishing anything with an error. Her hand cramped as she marked off comma splices, crossed out words, and wrote in the margins of her tablet. She stretched out before making one more pass before midnight. She reached the obituaries. Nothing unusual. Then she saw her name. “Dana Miller, 39, Copy Editor,” she read aloud. She read on. She verified the information. Her hometown, university, professional and personal achievements. Her parents’ and sister’s names were correct. She scanned to the bottom and rea...
Do not answer one knock. That was the rule. Mara walked through the town square on her way home from shopping. A few kids played a game on the side of the road in front of her. She stopped to tell them to go home because of the storm, and she watched them play a game she had never seen before. One child knocked three times. They all said, “Who’s there?” “Why, it is I, Charles!” one boy said. They giggled. A second child knocked twice on the wooden box. They laughed again. The final child raised one finger and knocked once. Nearly all went si...
Weekly Contest #369
My grandfather taught me that a mechanical watch must be wound every day, even when you aren't wearing it, and if you leave it alone long enough, it stops. For the first time in a decade, I wound his watch. Click. Click. Click. The hands began to move. A red star sat on the dial, the Yugoslav emblem, on the scratched glass, its army green strap faded from years of use. The crown turned easily beneath my fingers at first, then resisted as the mechanism tightened. The Florida sun reflected off the lens in a circle on the ceiling. I noted the s...
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