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Weekly Contest #325
A Hint of Hyacinth If a breeze could have been coloured purple and have the scent of hyacinths, then that was what brushed against the skin on my forearms. My arm hairs, barely visible normally, but shocked awake, all stood to attention. There should be no air movement, strong enough yet with such delicacy, to do this. I was standing, alone in the funeral home. The viewing room was empty of all but the podium and a bunch of stacked chairs. Soon, the staff would bring in the latest coffin and the flowers. Whatever was causing the disruption i...
Weekly Contest #324
Beacon The green light, small but constant, glowed in the thickening gloom. I think it was trying to reassure me. I was beyond reassuring. If I had the energy, I would have hated that light. It spoke too clearly of my predicament, of my shame, of my impending doom. I should have done everything better. As daughter and grand-daughter of professional mountaineers, I thought I could read the terrain and the weather. The forecast said showers but those clouds had suggested more. The hike up the ridge was a good one. The cloudy day made for comf...
Weekly Contest #323
The Candle Tis struck the match against the box. There was a hiss, and the flame leapt up. The sharp scent of sulphur brought a moment of discomfort, but it was fleeting. Her hand was steady as she lit the candle on the window sill. There was absolutely nothing special about the tall, white candle she placed in the holder. It was one of those you are supposed to have on hand for if the power goes out. With phones and watches now doubling as torches, they were close to redundant. Back when Tis started this evening ritual, she had used pretty...
Weekly Contest #322
The Price of Winning. “Hey, Arrow? Are you ready? Shall we go to the show? Aunty Sylvie is going to pick us up soon.” Arrow stuck his nose into the large jute bag at Carla’s feet. “Yep. Don’t panic. I packed you plenty of treats. Water too.” Carla surveyed the items she was taking. It was so much easier when she travelled in her own car. Everything she could need was already packed. Sylvie, though, suggested pooling their vehicles. The fuel savings would be considerable. Arrow switched his focus from the bag to Carla’s face. She smiled. Sh...
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