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Time After Time

Weekly Contest #362

“I want to mingle with the popolo grasso and dine with Dante at the Palazzo Vecchio,” Regina said. “I want the real thing.”On our Teams call, her reel played: Regina with an Aperol above the Arno; Regina combing her fingers through lemon blossoms; Regina at the Medicean Bar, all gild and fresco. Tuscany fit her like a costume she wore perfectly. There she was walking the gardens of olives and cypress with her hands at her sides feeling the petals of row after row of plants.“Did you hear me, dolcezza? I want the real thing.”“I curate time,” I...

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The Glaciers of Nyan Tolo

Weekly Contest #362

Just before sunrise on my eighty-sixth birthday, I watch Sirius climb through the hazy orange twilight like a spaceship breaching a distant horizon. A perennial reminder that I’ll be blasting off somewhere too soon. And I don’t know where that is. I do my best not to worry. It’s like Adi always says when I ask if she’s worried. She just looks at me deadpan and says, “Would it help?"I shuffle my way around Railroad Lake, with a labored cough that sits in my chest after. The cough sends the geese hissing into the water. Hot spots on the lungs....

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The Day the Gods Abandoned Us

Weekly Contest #360

The gods left in the night. They did not say goodbye. Or provide the slightest explanation. No speeches. No festivals. They just left. The question welled from within: what had we done? I felt that I would die if no answer came. I doubted my sanity. More than once, I turned at the echo of their voices in the halls. Each time, the chambers were empty. I couldn’t reconcile the daily numinosity of the life I had known since childhood, with the unmagical world I was suddenly thrust into.I stared at the clay tablet. Its cryptic command was all th...

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Morte alla Francia

Weekly Contest #359

The French girl came out of the dark staggering barefoot over the stones. Her nightdress was blackened at one shoulder. One side of her hair had burned away, leaving her scalp red and blistered beneath the ash. Blood ran down the front of her shift in a narrow line, not enough to kill her, but enough to make her look claimed by death.Sitting in the tower in the dead of night, the mind could play tricks on you. I’d had conversations with shadows. Run from beasts that weren’t there. Fallen into dreams I’d sworn were real. All those years. Gone...

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The Children of the Sun

Weekly Contest #358

Four figures emerged from the desert looking like men resurrected before the appointed hour, their bodies riddled with corruption. For days they had tracked us from a distance. No tribe we had encountered would have followed armed Christians across the desert. The four shadows did.Their defiant steps drummed the desert sands in an unbroken rhythm beneath the New Mexican sun. It was madness. I kept my left hand on my rapier and my right hand ready to retrieve my arquebus.Governor Guzman had given me orders to hunt for esclavos de la guerra, s...

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The Sacrificial Lamb

Weekly Contest #357

Ernest strode in, put his hands on the back of a leather armchair, leaned in menacingly, and stared into Prosecutor Hank Abner’s eyes with unmitigated contempt. Prosecutor Hank Abner was a former military man. He wore his suits pressed, shirts starched, and face stern. People around the office called him Captain and saluted with a clipped “Oh Captain, my Captain.” Not in the literary sense of being a rebel who spurned authority, but in the sense that he was the authority. “What is this?” Prosecutor Hank Abner asked. “Cannon has something he...

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Taking Measure

Weekly Contest #357

I have always had a weakness for endangered things.Churches full of empty pews most Sundays. Cemeteries whose visitors never knew the names on the stones. Old taverns that had somehow hung on to their roots for decades after everyplace else turned into a sports bar. Places that once held communities together, and when they were gone, kept their memories intact.Cuff & Collar belonged on that list.When I arrived, I took up a position in the corner and began inspecting the imported fabrics on display. Years of practice had taught me how to ...

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The First Juror

Weekly Contest #356

It was an overcast November morning in the port district of Newark. Clouds pressed down on the living world like anvils. A haze filled the Newark streets. The air was the color of cinder dust and gloom. The headlamps of my car could not pierce the brume.I traveled in silence down Rt. 78 West turning off onto Doremus Avenue. Part of me wanted to start on a new adventure and see how good of a lawyer I really was, but the better part of me wanted a clean resolution, a smoking gun that proved Frank was the guy, so I could get back to the course ...

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Blood Debts

Weekly Contest #356

Rui “Ray” Chang was an immigration and real-estate attorney in Fort Lee with a tiny office above a karaoke bar a stone’s throw away from the George Washington Bridge. But by night, Ray sipped human blood out of a flask and gambled in Chinatown. Texas hold ‘em was his jam.It was a brisk evening in late March when Ray first began to remember things. For years he had lived with retrograde amnesia. But he had no idea why.Ray was meeting with the pastor Ki Yun Yi of Pongno Presbyterian, a Korean church in Palisades Park that was being foreclosed ...

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Statistically Unique

Weekly Contest #356

My billionth birthday was a real drag. I am a numbers guy. You know. I am all about the data. So, numbers carry a lot of meaning for me. A billion. Jeez. That’s a big one alright. I had an ongoing debate with myself where I considered the possibility that I may be the oldest living being in the entire cosmos. Wouldn’t that be something?Here I was in a middling galaxy circling a wimpy black hole, investigating some promising planets in the outer reaches, but sure to find the same result I’d found every time before. It was unsettling, to say t...

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Little Mercies

Weekly Contest #355

The deceased boy rested in his casket. The guests paying their respects all thought the same thing: Sam’s face looked wrong. And they were right. It looked nothing like him. All his life, Sam had looked possessed. Black beady eyes that were half here and half there. Tics and scratching. It wasn’t just the drugs. He couldn’t stand it in his own skin. He was always high. Sammy was a real honest to goodness addict. And real addicts mean it. No one knew the boy either. Not his mother. Not his sister. No one. Save one. It was almost like—no, it w...

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Howling at the Moon

Weekly Contest #348

Ryan used to think the whole werewolf thing was stupid.Not scary—just wrong.The idea that something inside you could take over—that it needed a full moon, or a curse, or some external trigger—always felt backwards. If anything like that existed, it wouldn’t come from outside. It would already be there—waiting for the right conditions.He said as much once, freshman year, half-drunk, arguing with Dan and Sid in the common room while someone played a horror movie no one was watching. Dan and Sid were cozied up with Lisa and Jenny under a heap o...

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Your Life is in Danger

Weekly Contest #343

Your life is in danger. Say nothing to anyone. You must leave the city immediately and never return. Repeat: say nothing.McKenzie’s hand went still around the brittle paper. Oddly glossy.Her friends were laughing about something—Spotify numbers, someone’s disastrous hinge date—but the room felt suddenly airless.“I’ve got to use the bathroom,” she said.She did not go to the bathroom.She walked straight out of the restaurant, turned onto Pell Street, lifted her skirt just enough to run, and sprinted.A black Escalade swerved onto the block too ...

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The Taxi Stand on Roosevelt Boulevard

Weekly Contest #341

Arthur knew the rules of Judge Dear the way a rabbi knew the rules of God: don’t bargain, don’t lie, and under no circumstances imply you have a life outside his courtroom.So naturally, Arthur did exactly that. In one master stroke, he broke all the Judge’s rules.He stood, jacket tugged straight, face arranged into the expression he used when speaking before a room full of strangers—despite being a weekly attendee at Part 57. On the counsel table, his tablet displayed a tidy bullet-point list—GOOD REASONS, BAD LOOKS, GROVELING OPTIONS, MEDIC...

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Chasing the Rabbit

Weekly Contest #340

The aspens were still asleep when my phone buzzed.Pale trunks rose out of the dark like bone. The trail climbed in narrow switchbacks, packed dirt dusted with frost, my breath hanging in front of me in small white bursts. I’d already been out for an hour — five miles of warmup — and my legs had finally stopped asking questions.There’s a point in any long run where your body stops negotiating. It’s resignation. The muscles accept the terms, the mind goes quiet, and for a few miles you get to remember why you loved this in the first place: bec...

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