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Weekly Contest #350
It started with the nose. A simple thing really. He placed the comical appendage upon his own nose and couldn’t help thinking of snowmen. All it took was a carrot and two balls of snow were magically transformed into a mythical being. Of course the snowman required eyes and a mouth, but these could be sourced nearby. Or they could be drawn on. The carrot nose was where it was at and Julian knew this as he wore his new nose. That he could now look himself in the mirror was a miracle of sorts. Commencing with a furtive glance, he saw something...
Weekly Contest #349
Sam was born after the first moon landing. He missed out on one of the most significant and exciting events in human history, but this did not blight his childhood. He himself landed in paradise. He was born during an enriched time, as though those pioneering astronauts fired out into space inside a missile filled with hope, brought cultural treasures back with them from the moon and changed the world forever. He grew up reading far-fetched and fantastical stories about technological advancement and aliens. There were no limits. The moon was...
Weekly Contest #348
The road undulates through the valley. Rising up, only to follow the sensual curve of the hill down towards another, deeper valley. The small, clapped out car labours and whines as it clumsily caresses a lover it can never be worthy of. There is shame in every mile, but still it plunges deeper and deeper. She began this journey in a blinkered state. There was only the road ahead. There was nothing of worth beyond that. Nothing else mattered. At the outset of that journey there was only the dreary sameness of house after house. Open prisons p...
Weekly Contest #347
I sit in a house that has become too big for me. I seem to have shrunk in the wash. I was once a part of a family and now I am alone. Shedding branches in a storm I was oblivious to. Awaking to the aftermath as the storm continued to rage within me. I am alone, but I am not lonely. Not anymore. At long last I have plugged that particular hole in the dam that holds me together. I drink my tea and I look around at my surroundings and what my life has become and I give gentle thanks for it. This time around, the pain was an invisible and invinc...
When Abbie was born, there wasn’t anything noticeably different to her. When adults say that they knew a child was special on the day they were born, this is a universal expression of parenthood and the unique experience each parent and child has. That it is standard rather brings into question the uniqueness of the special quality of a new born, but then every snow flake is sacred and without all those flakes, a snowman could not be made. Only when Abbie could walk and talk was her difference apparent and that difference was that she seemed...
Weekly Contest #346
I’m the lucky one. You make your own luck. I do wonder about that. I wonder about a lot of things these days. Days. I wonder about so many things, and now I have added another to a list that has become seemingly endless. Days have no meaning to me now. How can they? There is no meaning other than the meaning I choose to create and attribute to my reality. Precious little of it sticks. There is no gravity to hold it in place and so it floats away into the infinite. I wonder whether God was lonely before He began the creation of other beings. ...
Weekly Contest #345
The car had stopped. As he listened to the tick tick ticking of the cooling engine he wondered if a car was lesser for it not being in motion. A person was defined by what they did. They were constantly questioned as to their role in life. Accountant. Lawyer. Mechanic. The job came first. Then Dad. Then Husband. Somewhere further down the pecking order was friend. Hobbies were a distraction from the seriousness of life. An affectation. One should never turn a hobby into a living for fear of crushing what little love there existed in the friv...
Weekly Contest #344
It’s 6pm on yet another unremarkable weekday evening. Trent can feel the sun on his back as he walks down the road. A road that is not busy, but neither is it quiet. This is a town that may sleep, but if it does Trent has never been around to witness that slumber. The nearby train station is tucked discreetly betwixt office buildings and pub. At this time of day it regularly vomits a throng of commuters out into this part of the world. Half of them march to the car park and drive off to somewhere they consider better than town. The remainder...
Weekly Contest #343
Retirement remained an abstract concept even as Bill reluctantly entered this phase of his life. Blinking in the stark light of a truth he would much rather deny. The joke he trotted out was to mispronounce retired. Retard? Not me! He found any number of ways to sidestep his existence. Struggled with the ways that he might now be retarded. Held back by his own entrenched ignorance. Letting go of his previous existence was tough. What made it even tougher for Bill was that he’d not liked that phase of his life. He’d resented the choices he’d ...
Weekly Contest #342
Being alone became one of his many habits. He was not lonely. Knew only too well how it could be to reside with another in a quietly incongruous manner that led to a creeping loneliness that eventually made its way into a person’s bones. A cancer of sorrow that took a lot of curing. He’d been free of that particular cancer for five years and felt that he had the all clear by now. There was no way of knowing these things. It was just a fair hunch. The best way to know would be to step outside the coral of those habits of his and find out wher...
Weekly Contest #341
He drives there under the blanket of a dark cloudy night. The moon attempts to pry, but is thwarted by grim maiden aunts wise to its antics. There will be no light this night. No frivolity. This is a night of purpose. There is work that needs to be done. The lights of his Land Rover stare blindly at the grey of the road. Everything before him is monochrome. Beyond that there is the blurred and muted promise of colour in a world that cannot exist for him right now. He is tired. Ever so tired. He has been tired for an age. This journey is a mi...
We are thieves of time. We disrespect and deny the inexorable movement of the river of life. Ignoring the reality within which we must swim. Death does not cheat us. We cheat life and then we bleat and moan as we finally have to face the finite fact of our existence. Once, in the mists of my memories, someone told me that you can never go back. My recollection of this is limited to the words and their melodramatic delivery. I was left with the lasting impression that this phrase came from a film or TV series. If anything, this provenance add...
Weekly Contest #340
I see it differently. I know, I know. You’re thinking that we all see it differently. And you’re right. Up to a point. After that? You’re wrong diddly-wrong-wrong. And we don’t like being wrong, do we? That makes life so much fun! The focus upon individuality when all that really works for us is our commonality. Oh, there is gold in the difference, but mostly there is conflict. Mostly, this is where it all goes wrong. Let me explain. Once, I was like you. Blind to the full extent of the human experience. Literally blind to it. Then someone ...
Weekly Contest #339
The day was wet and grey. The promise of cold came drifting into the house and made Polly Trentham shiver. That sudden and unwanted gift reminded her of her loneliness. Being alone had become her preference. She found the presence of many of the people she encountered caused within her an asynchronous reaction. They carried with them a communicable discord that cast her adrift in their very midst. Polly struggled to find her people. Couldn’t discern between those who convincingly masqueraded as genuine and the real deal. She suspected that t...
Life was an awakening. He knew that now. And once he was awake, there was no return to blissful ignorance. The glass bridge to the fantasy he’d dwelt in had shattered along with his heart. He wished he could take it back, but there was only the now and the forward movement in the river of life. The past month had been experienced in a daze. Somehow he retained the pretence of what once was. Seeing everything anew was dizzying. His insides thrummed and shook. He’d gaze upon his hand and wonder at how the maelstrom within him wasn’t visible t...
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