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Weekly Contest #295
Paula slammed some coins down onto the counter. “Sorry,” she said, not meaning to be rude. “But do you have a bathroom?”The bored man behind the counter glanced from the coins to Paula’s contorting expression. Then he nodded toward the back of the souvenir shop. Paula bowed in thanks before doing a tight run in that direction. She found the rickety door opened a crack and pushed through, twisting her body in a way to contain what was surely about to slip out.Her nose twitched at the sewery stench, but beggars can’t be choosers.Her hands sear...
Will they be the one? I try not to stare at the boarding passengers. Who will be the lucky soul that gets to sit in the middle seat. Next to me. My future soulmate? I’ve watched too many rom-coms. There’s a frazzled woman holding a smiley baby. She frantically searches upward at the row numbers and the rapidly filling overhead compartments. The baby casually waves at those he passes, like a Congressman that’s equally full of shit. I smile politely at the woman and return the baby’s gentle wave. A business-casual couple behind them are ...
Weekly Contest #292
George never intended to use his gift. It would paint him as strange, even scary, definitely an outcast—when all he wanted to do was just paint. He was content creating landscapes. Wispy gray clouds over rolling rural hills that conveyed his wanderlust for simpler scenery. Not the crowded steel giants that loomed outside. He’d even sketch the occasional still life. A vase of market-fresh carnations. A lone copper kettle and thrift shop tea cup. He’d occasionally bring his fruit bowl into the spotlight, even if the bananas were more bro...
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