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Submitted to Contest #52
“If you’re screwing with me, I’ll kill you..” That was how Jimmy first heard about his dad’s Parkinson’s diagnosis. He thought nothing of those words then. Doug, his father, often talked that way without really meaning it, particularly on the phone. What got Jimmy’s attention this time was the silence that followed. No light-hearted insults, no stupid jokes at the caller’s expense. The silence was odd enough to make Jimmy look up from the video game he was focused on. Doug en...
Submitted to Contest #48
It was a hill that was kicking Doug's butt. He'd geared his bike down into low, but beads of sweat still formed on his brow and careened off his face. The thin mile-high air of Denver didn't help matters. Doug's lungs were on fire as he finally saw the blacktop fall away to reveal the next valley and the city skyline in the distance. Easy street for a while. Doug had no way of knowing about Bill, rapidly approaching him from behind in a Caddy. Where the hill was a dream-killer on a bike, it was barely noticeable in the air-conditioned chario...
Submitted to Contest #43
Max the biker pulled up to to his biker bar hangout in a foul mode. His kid mouthed off, the trailer needs repair, his vet disability check didn't come.As he pulled his distinctive blue Harley into the lot, he noticed what he recognized as a racing-style bicycle leaning up against the handicapped parking sign, blocking access to a handicapped space.“Somebody needs a lesson,” he thought. Max picked up the bike, walked over to dumpster on the side of the building, and balanced himself as he prepared to heave the bike over his head into the aby...
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