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Weekly Contest #371
Livvy had been to Whimsy World several times, but each visit felt a little less magical than the one before. Nothing had ever quite matched that first trip at ten, when she'd believed the magic was real. She hadn't wondered where they were going next, what time they needed to be somewhere, or who was planning any of it. She'd just wanted to see everything. Now she was back with Ethan and her stepkids, Owen and Sadie, and she spent most of the day looking down at her phone. She checked wait times, adjusted restaurant reservations, and kept tr...
Weekly Contest #370
The garage door is already open as I pull in. Through the windshield, I see Shelly reaching into the shelves above the workbench, shifting things aside, her ponytail swinging with each movement. She's still in running shorts and a tank top, hair damp at the neck from her evening run. I cut the engine and sit for a second. The engine ticks as it cools. Headlights shine flat against her back, then click off, and the garage goes dim and gray. “Do you know where the grill lighter went, Joe?” she calls out, not turning around. “I want to make sur...
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 through h...
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...
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