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Weekly Contest #342
Roughly an hour before lunch, I start putting together our little picnic. Green and red grapes mixed together, strawberries with the tops cut off to look like little hearts. Her favorite bougie crackers, thin crisps baked with olive oil and herbs. Thinly sliced fresh smoked gouda and sharp cheddar cheeses, and thick slices of summer sausage. Terribly unhealthy, the sausage; but given the specialness of today, I’m positive she’ll forgive my slight indulgence. And speaking of indulgences, I also add another of her favorites: a small slice of B...
Weekly Contest #340
The mild shower that had been dripping from the darkening sky had escalated to a torrential downpour by the time we got the call from the local P.D. about a dead body found behind Jacob's Liquor Store. As we were leaving our office, Jenkins and I donned black rain jackets, grabbed umbrellas and to-go cups of coffee. We climbed inside his aging red Mustang and he gunned it out of the parking lot. Somehow, I managed to stay upright long enough to buckle in and turn on the red and blue flashing lights without spilling any coffee. As my truck se...
Weekly Contest #327
My Latin name is Felis catus, but my humans call me Frank. Sometimes they would switch it up to Frankie, Frankiekins, Frankencat, and even That Damn Cat. That is, they used to. The humans here in the Humane Society call me Mr. Whiskers. Clever, no? "Humane Society" makes it sound like an upscale place with balls, banquets, tuxedos and big fluffy gowns. What it really is is a place where unwanted beasts such as myself are left in the hopes that some new humans will pick us and take us to a "fur-ever" home, as they call it. These humans think ...
Weekly Contest #201
Farewell Tour The last note of the last song on our final tour has long faded, replaced by the sounds of the road crew. Joking with each other, talking about plans for after they get the equipment loaded and set torn down. Some planning on to where to eat after, what will be open at the late hour. The blinding bright stage lights swapped out for house lights. From my vantage point in the empty theater, I can see the crew working quickly but carefully. Kicking up shiny bits of confetti mixed up in the dust as they cross the stage. Cle...
Weekly Contest #52
“So what? Just cuz I’m a black homeless junkie, you think I killed that white bitch? That ain’t my thing, man. You know me. Can I go now? I wanna see the baby.” Shantell bolted up from the old squeaky green chair and stalked over to the large office windows. “Sit down, Shantell! We’re not done yet!” Her older sister barked her reply. As soon as Shantell sat back down, Desiree’ continued, calmer now. “I didn’t say that you killed the baby’s mother, but I gotta say that it doesn’t look good for you. Sh...
Dean and I have only been friends for about five years now, but he is definitely my closest friend. We met at work. He the successful experienced real estate agent, and I the new receptionist. We hit it off right away and would always make each other laugh in and out of the office. Oftentimes I would hear the other male agents mocking him for his flamboyant style, even coming close to blows one afternoon. Luckily, he came in the break room and guided me out to the lobby by my arm. “Now, Amber, don’t let those bitches get on...
Weekly Contest #50
After spending twenty-five years here in the family home, it was just about time to leave for good. The walls barren of all the old family photos, now carefully packed and in the moving truck. All furniture gone, either donated to charity, or also in the truck. For our last “official” dinner last night, we had take-away from the Chinese place up the street as all the dishes were packed or donated as well. Same with all the rest of the stuff I had accumulated in the two and a half decades under this roof. I complete one fina...
Weekly Contest #49
“So,” he asked, gently putting his hands on my shoulders and slowly locking his eyes with mine, mischievous smile on his beautiful face. “What do you think?” I think back to what brought us to where we are now. It’s only been three months but feels much longer. I’ve been adoring him privately for almost three decades now, but we only met this past May. I had taken up walking dogs to supplement my income, as part-time cashier at the local dollar store wasn’t exactly getting th...
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