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Weekly Contest #374
Southeast Alabama 1976 “Go put your tennis shoes on,” Mama said. “I don’t want to. It’s hot.” She looked down at my dirty toes. “Then go wash your feet. You’re not going with me with the bottoms black as tar.” “Where are we going?” “To Miss Myrtle’s.” “Who’s that?” “She’s gonna help your sister.” “How?” “Just go wash your feet.” I sat on the side of the bathtub and scrubbed my feet with the bar of Zest and a wash rag until the black came off. Daddy brought the baby out in her yellow plastic carrier and set her in the middle of the front se...
Weekly Contest #373
Somewhere down a dirt road in south Alabama The ditch told me to quit throwing rocks. “That one nearly came through my window!” We lived in a white trailer with a green stripe. We had a big yard, way bigger than our home needed. There were pecan trees and pine trees all around, and a mimosa tree with pink, silky blooms grew by the porch. A ditch ran along the road out front. Where the driveway crossed it, the water went through a big cement pipe. School had just let out, and no other children lived on our road. I was already bored. So I sat...
Weekly Contest #372
It was still dark when the sound woke me. Before my alarm. Before sunrise. I sleep with those little orange foam earplugs and a fan going all night. Between the two, I usually don’t hear much. But I heard this. Coming from the backyard. It wasn’t far away. It was close and loud, calling over and over. I pulled out an earplug. There it was again. I sat up and woke my husband. “Do you hear that?” He did. And then I remembered. The phone call the night before. I had been expecting it. I was in New Jersey. My family was a thousand mil...
Weekly Contest #368
The Speck and the Spark* 1985 Hackensack, New Jersey Coach House Diner The gravel crunched under Molly's hooves as we crossed the parking lot. Quarter past eleven, a misty Tuesday night, right off Route 4. I kept my hat pulled low against the glare of that big neon sign. Molly picked her way around some little Honda, snorted at the exhaust, and kept on. She never did take to automobiles. Neither did I. I got down right at the front and looped her reins around the black railing by the steps. “Behave yourself,” I told her. She blew thr...
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