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Weekly Contest #370
Caleb Rourke pulled into his driveway at 10:47 p.m., killed the engine, and sat behind the wheel for a moment enjoying the fact that nobody needed anything from him. It had been that kind of Friday. Three residential lockouts, a broken key buried to the shoulder inside a deadbolt, an apartment manager who needed cylinders changed after an eviction, and a woman who had somehow managed to lock herself out of a running Nissan with her purse, phone, and six-month-old daughter still inside. Caleb had gotten that one open in less than a minute. Th...
Weekly Contest #369
The dice roll of genetics had landed on snake eyes for Paul Monaghan, resulting in a diagnosis that left him feeling betrayed by his own body. He had always had a general distrust of doctors, but the pain in his lower back, which he had previously chalked up to working too hard at the valve factory, had crescendoed one night in March, shortly after his forty-seventh birthday. The emergency room had run a full battery of tests, and the results had come back definitively: PKD. The slow, agonizing growth of what would become giant, belly-disten...
Weekly Contest #368
The old guy had been patting his pockets for long enough that Jared had started to feel embarrassed for him. The waitress stood beside the table holding the black plastic check presenter against her hip, doing her best to politely hide her mounting frustration. “I know I had it,” he said. “I wouldn’t have ordered if I didn’t.” “It’s okay,” she told him. “Take your time.” Jared watched over the rim of his coffee mug from the adjacent booth. The entire scene was playing out three feet to his left. When the man removed his jacket to more tho...
Weekly Contest #367
Garrett Fisk swam back to consciousness into waves of discomfort. His throat was so dry it burned as he swallowed. He tried to lick moisture into his mouth, but his tongue felt like a brick between his teeth. An unfamiliar soreness in his bladder made him instinctively reach beneath the beige, waffle-textured blanket covering him. His hand found tubing taped to the inside of his thigh. A catheter. He pulled his arm back slowly, snagging something that sent a jolt of pain through his hand. An IV port was secured there with transparent tape, ...
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