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Weekly Contest #340
The Life of a Sock 2697 words It was her mistake, though I am loathe to fault her now. She was only the cleaning woman. How could she have known our significance to him? She did go back to the laundry room to inspect the washer and dryer she had used to try to find my mate, so, I imagine she did all she could. I don’t hold anything against her any longer. I hope he doesn’t as well. Socks do separate in washing machines. That is a fact of life. Just like how you never get all the sand out of your beach bag or how water bugs just appear from ...
Weekly Contest #324
Sonia had never traveled alone and now here she was on a beach at dawn awaiting the Puerto Rican sunshine. She sat down at the edge of the shore drawing her legs into her chest and curling her toes in the damp, cool sand. Taking slow, deep breaths, she allowed her brain to empty admitting only the constant sound of the gentle waves licking her feet and the feel of the steady breeze. “Sammy, remember our morning walks along this beach?” she said aloud. It had been a year since Sammy had died; a year since the only man she had ever known left...
Weekly Contest #321
The Professor stared into his closet trying to decide which black sweater he should wear. The V-Neck sweater. No, he thought. Too new. Makes my black pants look even more faded. Maybe the crew neck Alpaca. Warm enough for this time of year. But It sheds too much. No, not that. He moved those two aside and reached for the merino with the zippered neck and brown elbow patches. Yes, this will work. She’ll approve of this look, for sure. He could not get his mind off of Kaila, the new, weekend bartender. It’s how she moves, he thought. It’s as...
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Weekly Contest #217
Maturity J. LoSasso Jared raised his wrist above his head and checked the illuminated dial. Aside from three lavender scented candles and the sliver of streetlight slicing through the narrow front windows there was no other light in the studio. “You in a hurry tonight, Jared?” Randi’s voice emerged from the darkness. She rolled on to her side and ran her finger down the center of his chest. “Not at all, Babe. Did I seem rushed to you?” He placed his hand on her naked hip and let it slide along the topography of her body. He lo...
Weekly Contest #68
Maturity J. LoSasso “I am not divorced. Yet. I think it’s only fair to tell you before we go any further,” Paul said. He put his drink down and took his hands from her shoulders. Randi put her wineglass on the glass top of the living room table. Paul could see her face cloud. She tilted her head toward him and said, “You mean, we’ve been hanging out for the past four months, almost every weekend, and now you decide to tell me this.” “I wanted to tell you sooner. I didn’t know how.” “How about, ‘I’m married’?” Randi asked with more than...
Weekly Contest #45
I knew there was something odd and troubling the instant we heard the “thu-thump” sound outside our bedroom window. We live on the fifth floor of an apartment building situated in the hilly northwest section of the Bronx. The loud second “thump,” sent my blood racing, jolting my wife and me from our bed.“What was that?”she asked.“It’s nothing, probably pigeons. What time is it?” “5:30.” As she said it, another loud “thump” accompanied by a sharp “screech” echoed into the room. “That’s not nothing. Pigeons don’t sound like that.” We...
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