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Weekly Contest #377
Carla will never speak of it, but everyone knows something is there. She tries not to look, but the town sees. The town sees her hurried glances, always to the darkest corner of any room. Something is there. The rumor mill knows. The rumor mill always knows. Not that Carla could ever hide it. Everyone has seen the way doors shutter open for her all on their own. Even locked doors rattle and shake and eventually swing open. Some say that she could stand in front of a steel bank vault and within an instant it would be gliding by on its oiled h...
Weekly Contest #376
“Did you hear that?” Poppy hissed after several seconds of what I could only assume was her holding the phone out her apartment window. “Oh, Poppy.” I said, finally understanding why she was upset. “Someone is screaming outside!” She was all out of breath with concern. “Yeah.” I replied, not sure what to say. “That’s the city for you.” “What? Shouldn’t I call 911?” She asked with an incredulity I’m sure I’d once possessed, when I, too, was new to the charms of downtown. “You can call,” I paused, “but this sort of thing happens a lot her...
Weekly Contest #362
Mornings are a whirlwind at the Reynolds’. With one hand Mrs. Reynolds adds a splash of cream into a well-worn thermos producing the perfect beige coffee. With the other hand she scrapes around the edges of melt-in-your-mouth, fluffy scrambled eggs. Like a well-oiled machine she moves the eggs off the burner, grabs a plate from the above cabinet, and plucks up the freshly popped toast. Half the eggs get shuffled onto a pink plastic plate with some fresh cut strawberries. The other half gets hugged between the two slices of toast with cheese ...
Weekly Contest #361
In a time before I or my family knew who I was. When fear was yet an unknown friend and adventure was hot on my heels. I remember the garden of my grandparents, my favorite playground. I was a pea carrier and my grandfather showed me how to take one finger and poke the ground just deep enough to make the perfect home for a little pea. There’s a strange level of excitement that comes with the responsibility of dirt poker. I took my job seriously and feverously, with much care, I reveled in the feeling of the dirt and the secret idea that mayb...
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