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Weekly Contest #345
Most people found checklists monotonous. Not Lynn. As a high masking autistic woman, Lynn found comfort in step-by-step procedures. They ran her life. When she left home, she stood at the door. Phone. Purse. Cup of tea. Sunglasses. At work she walked into the office. Lunch in fridge. Clock in. Spray out kennels. Rotate dogs in the exercise yards. Scrub. That’s what the day looked like at the boarding facility she worked for.“Niner Zulu Papa, runway eight, line up and wait.” ...
Weekly Contest #344
Every part of the new Ford B model rattled as it bounded over the uneven terrain, jouncing the three occupants in the bed, as well as some old farm tools, around as it went. Dust flew, and Gunner John O'Halloran covered his nose with his white undershirt to keep from breathing it in. He leaned forward, using the top of the truck’s cab to steady his elbows, holding the army-issued Lewis machine gun tight to his shoulder. He closed one eye, looking down the rib of the gun, searching for his target. There. Ahead on the left side, bodies dressed...
Weekly Contest #343
Blue SkiesThe rolling hills, dressed in a blanket of white, stretched for miles in every direction. They had no end, except where they met the Periwinkle sky and the rising sun. Light reflected off the snow, blinding an onlooker who stood alone, staring down into the valley. A breeze passed, biting against the exposed skin of his cheeks and nose. He hardly noticed. The cold felt distant, just like the light of the sun, just like everything else before him. It all belonged in a dream. A dream he wanted so desperately to wake from. He squinted...
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