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Weekly Contest #368
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 through her nose at me, which was he...
Weekly Contest #367
Claire told Evan before Tom got home from work that day. She wanted him to hear it from her first.He was ten years old, and he understood one thing.Dad wasn't going to live there anymore.He didn't ask her why, what had happened, or whose fault it was. He sat very still and thought about his father's chair at the kitchen table. He imagined it empty.She sent him to his room.Later, with his door partly open, he heard his parents arguing in the kitchen."We were supposed to tell him together.""I couldn't trust you not to tell him first."He lay on...
Weekly Contest #366
For a moment, I thought his head might actually begin to spin. He was propped against the headboard, his broken foot elevated on a lopsided stack of pillows, a law school textbook spread open across his lap. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. I had only come in to tell him that my mother and sisters were driving up for a visit. He said he needed the apartment quiet so he could study. I told him we were going out and wouldn’t be staying there. They were coming anyway. That was all it took. His face changed so qu...
Weekly Contest #365
I walked out of my earth science class at the small university we all attended, and there she was. She had positioned herself directly across from the classroom door, in the one place where I couldn’t possibly miss her and she couldn’t possibly miss me. Two sorority sisters stood slightly behind her, one on each side, like she had brought backup to confront a five-foot-six college student armed with nothing more dangerous than a notebook. Nobody accidentally arranges three women outside a classroom door in a perfect intimidation triangle. Th...
Weekly Contest #364
I broke his nose. Before you judge me, you need to know how it started. Southeast Alabama, 1986 I was there when she walked into the emergency room. I knew the truth before either of them spoke. She came in with her hands covering her mouth and nose, but she couldn’t hide the dark stains across her shirt. He hurried in ahead of her. "I slammed on the brakes when a dog ran out in the road. She wasn’t wearing the seat belt. Her face hit the dashboard. It happened so fast." A nurse pressed gauze into her hand and wrapped a blood-pressure cuff a...
Weekly Contest #363
Around 10:45 p.m., I stood at my muster station after learning there was a fire on the ship. The Atlantic below us was invisible in the darkness. My husband was directly behind me as the loudspeakers blared, “Women and children in the front, men in the back!” It was our honeymoon. The crew had ordered us out of our cabins with our life jackets. Now, hundreds of passengers crowded the deck, all wearing the same blocks of neon orange over formal dresses, shorts, pajamas, and whatever else they had managed to throw on. No one panicked. I could...
Weekly Contest #362
The phone rang at 4:48, late enough for people’s questions to lose their boundaries. “Adult Services,” I said. A man breathed on the line. Not heavily. Not dramatically. Just long enough for me to see Unknown on the caller ID. “Can you recommend something spicy for me and my wife to read at bedtime?” “Spicy,” I said. “For bedtime.” “Let me check.” I fake typed a few keys. “We have Chile Peppers: A Global History.” A beat of silence. Then click. He had called before. Not enough to report, but enough that we knew the breathing. Edie looked ove...
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