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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...
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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