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Weekly Contest #79
"Dad wanted you to come by." "Yeah." "He needs help, Em." "Mine, specifically?" "He won't hire anyone, you know that. It's Mom's house, it's special to him." My brother's eyebrows knit like a sweater when I scoff. "You look thin," I say. "Yoga. Stress. Cigarettes." "So he called you, huh?" "He said you changed your number." "I was tired of that automated voice telling me I was getting a call from the correctional center." "I guess that's fair." "Thanks." "You won't talk to him?" "What would I even say?" Eleven hours later, Hazmatted and...
Weekly Contest #76
"You can just stand over there, by the bed, that's perfect." "By the bed?" "You can start on the floor, if you want. Move up later." "Okay. Like this?" "Yeah, just kind of--this is your bed, you're coming home from work and you've done the nightly routine early, maybe your spouse is away." "My wife." "Your wife is away, maybe, and you miss her. That's good. We can start there. You're--I want you to be comfortable. Pretend the camera isn't here." "This better?" "You can even get inside the covers. They're clean." "Right now?" "If you wa...
Weekly Contest #75
About a year after my appointment, I woke up to a brick lying on the living room floor. Haloed by the shattered glass it had sailed through sometime earlier that morning, it looked like some kind of modern art. I picked up the biggest pieces with the tips of my fingers and laid them gently in the dustpan--it was too early to run the vacuum and risk waking the whole family just for some hipsterish commentary on privacy. Everything was tinted purplish-green, and I soon became discouraged with picking little bits out of the carpet lik...
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