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Weekly Contest #370
It didn’t matter if she did it before her makeup or after; it didn’t matter if it was simply toast or a full plate of pancakes and bacon and eggs. During breakfast his wife slowed down her rushed morning pace. He doubted she noticed. He knew what it meant though, and it wasn’t that she was easily nauseous. It was a gift to herself. Although she needed to get to work in thirty minutes and she could eat her toast and coffee in the car, she toasted the sourdough until it was perfect. She let the salted butter melt into its every pocket an...
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Everyone knew the most basic and unspoken law: Do not get attached. Matteo had expected to write reports of the crows by referring to them with long strings of eight digit numbers and to call them the first three numbers for short. But when the conservatory had given him a list of his charges, they all had beautiful Hawaiian names that meant god of light or ocean diamond or little pest. They had the last hundred Hawaiian crows in the world, the director had explained. They might as well have names. This was the other law everyone knew:...
Weekly Contest #368
Four fingered hands walked across the floured worktable like strolling people, their leg-fingers lightly kissing its surface and leaving only a breath of sticky residue. They hopped one after another into their deep rectangular pans, where each splatted and stretched into cylindrical balls. Mira floated the pans into the oven as on another surface the pie dough folded and re-rolled itself. A knife marked time like a metronome as it cut meat and cheese and fruit for the filling later. Elanor’s light step sounded on the stair from above. She e...
Weekly Contest #367
Gary sometimes allowed himself to get dinner from the Chinese place ten minutes from his apartment -- sometimes twice a week. He only ever ordered the General Tso chicken, because he couldn't imagine anything else being as good as it. What he did like to imagine were the ways the chicken fit the name. One of his ideas was that like the real Tso, it crushed dissident alternative dishes. Other than those nights he ate frozen pies, meatloaf, lasagna, or whatever was on sale. He watched YouTube while he ate, and also before and after. He watched...
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