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Weekly Contest #357
Ben couldn’t help feeling disappointed. Rose only carved out a long weekend for him when it had been almost eight months since they were together. He accepted that art was her priority, but couldn’t she take off a little early this one day?And the guesthouse? Is that all I am? A guest? Her call had flattened his dream of a romantic reunion. It was fitting that Patsy Cline was singing I Fall to Pieces when he got to the highway to drive to Colorado Springs.He reflected on the history of his love life as he drove. His marriage had been more ab...
Weekly Contest #347
As we enter the grand metropolis of Friona, I direct Ben down a farm to market road, south from the middle of town to the Smith ranch. The house is a large red-brick, ranch-style surrounded by flat, barren pasture—a world far different than mine. Ben pulls up behind cars and pickup trucks haphazardly parked. “Let’s go do this.” I’m ready for battle. He retrieves my bag of gifts from the trunk and follows me up the walk. We’re greeted by loud talk and laughter and the smell of smoked turkey and apple pie. I deposit the bag of presents next to...
Weekly Contest #333
JELLY DONUTSby James Snell Amarillo, Texas, December 1960 The semester ended for me when the play was over. Graziella and I fade into the woodwork. Joy—Maria—, on the other hand, is a star! She can hardly get to class because of kids constantly coming up to ooh and ahh about her performance—a scene that repeats between every class. When I get to Drama, I can’t bear to sit next to her like I’ve done for months—I take a seat in the opposite corner. But it doesn’t work. I’m sitting here scribbling on a note pad when those legs walk into my fie...
Weekly Contest #309
Robert Johnson’s First MemoriesA short story by James Snell Memphis, Tennessee, May 22, 1917 “Are you ready for school?” Sister Carrie asked. I didn’t understand why she asked me that question every morning. I was always ready. Ready and waiting. I loved Mrs. Hooks’ school. “‘Course I’m ready,” I said. I only have flashes of memory of things that happened before I started school. For me, my memories—life itself—started when I got to school. I don’t remember even walking there that first day or who walked with me. *** “You lucky to be going...
Weekly Contest #308
Even before Georgia O’Keeffe passed away and I began to study her, her paintings showed up in my life, particularly back in my traveling days when I stopped at museums any time I was in a city of substance. I knew of her connection to the Texas Panhandle, too. So, I was sad when she passed.I attended a lecture at the museum in Canyon. A historian spoke who seemed to know everything about Georgia’s time in Texas—-back in the 1910s, when she was the art teacher at the fledgling teachers’ college. The stories were so vivid, it was almost as if ...
Weekly Contest #302
The Rock GardenNear Taos, July 2, 1971I had fallen asleep in the middle row of Uncle Fritz’s International between my two favorite boys, my little brother Mike and my cousin Brad, with my head resting on Brad’s bare shoulder and my leg resting against his. When I awake, I stay still, pretending to be asleep, so I can just keep laying there. I could snuggle like this forever.I know Brad is my cousin, but I’m still hopelessly in love with him. We are the same age—he turned fourteen in January and me in February— but he calls me “Kid,” in a lov...
Weekly Contest #301
The following story contains sexual references, brief foul language, and brief violence.Betty’s Forever“Do you think this is what death is? We’re not really gone. We can watch the living go on living. Would it be sad? Would we want to come back? Is it something to fear? Or just another chapter of life?”I remember like it was yesterday peppering my cousin Billy with questions after we finished rehearsing my lines for Emily in Our Town.“Whoa, Betty. That’s a lot to ponder,” he said.That was the first time I began imagining what would happen if...
Weekly Contest #300
Going Home John Lyons’ office hadn’t changed at all, as far as Rose Murphy could tell, though Lyons himself had aged some. He welcomed her into his office, sat at his desk, and gave her a quizzical look. “You’re the last person I could have imagined showing up here.” A decade before, when Rose got pregnant by her 16-year-old student, Sergio Garrido, Lyons is the lawyer the Garrido family hired to force her to a convent and to give up the child to them to avoid criminal charges. “This is where I should be. You’re the right lawyer for what I ...
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