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Weekly Contest #348
Markwayne marched across the dusty yard, rifle secured, properly kitted out, uniform a bit sweat-streaked but nowhere near disgusting. Yet. He felt cheerful, light-hearted even. The day was hazy-bright, the sun glinting off the gravel. It was already a scorcher. But he was fine, he had the Ray-Bans, bottled water in his kit, radio contact wherever he went. Lots of bros had his back, he knew. Man, he loved his job. He had just kind of lucked into it. Not much going on in his life - Stacey had dumped him for that woke college geek – never s...
Weekly Contest #338
Paulie sweated inside his black overcoat and wished he could strip off the nitrile gloves and wipe his hands on his trousers. Stovepipe trousers, they were. He was proud of his slim-hipped lean look in the stovepipes – totally aware of the neat crisp lines and arcs created by his long, long legs and the swing of the efficiently-cut and tailored overcoat, the untucked but tidy blazing white shirt and black bolo tie. He stepped into the building entry and stomped to shed the snow from his shiny black wellingtons. All this sartorial splendor wa...
Weekly Contest #337
Good-night. Take Care. I Love YouAlma was standing at the end of a check-out line-up when her phone buzzed. Again. Third time in an hour. This time she didn’t bother digging into her purse to find the phone and assure herself it was just him and not something urgent.Her sister Paula nudged up against her buttocks with her shopping cart and took a place behind her in the line-up. “Ha! You beat me this time,” she said. Paula was usually first to get around the grocery store circuit. Unlike Alma, she was vigorous, driven to get things done. All...
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