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Weekly Contest #93
When the Bite Bit Back By LuAnn Williamson The haze of wood smoke lingered over the slowly darkening, twilight air. Exotic aromas permeated the air. The weekend of the Bite of Seattle was almost always sunny and warm. It was as if the entire collective consciousness of the entire city, no, the whole region could create favorable conditions for the food festival. Mary scanned the crowd with an in...
Weekly Contest #87
The Girl with Someone Extra By LuAnn Williamson “Must you leave so soon?” Bridget, frequently called Gidget, due to her small size, tried to put just the right tone in her voice. A question that sounded sad but not needy. “Yes, Dear,” His moss green eyes sparkled as if trying to blink back a tear. “It’s a long drive back home. It always seems longer to drive back because I miss you all the way home.” “Why did I have...
Weekly Contest #85
The Painted LadyBy LuAnn WilliamsonDear Diary:“Oh Papa, I’m sure it’s going to be the finest house in all of the Omaha area!” I exclaimed as I had to keep myself from fidgeting on the set of my Father’s buggy. Although a kind man and generous to our family, he could be quite cross if distracted while he was driving his buggy. I did not want to be left behind when it was my turn again to inspect the new property.At first, Papa would go every Saturday afternoon by himself to check out the process of building our new house. He to...
Weekly Contest #78
Wooden Whistle By LuAnn Williamson Cold! It had been so cold a few minutes ago, when icy sleet had soaked through their lightweight coats and shoes. But at last she was warm. The survivors had found a small clearing in the forest where the trees had sheltered them from the weather. Better yet, it had sheltered a scattering of fallen tree limbs. As she drifted off to sleep, Kate realized the...
Weekly Contest #74
Ten Seconds By LuAnn Williamson Ten Mother At last, I get a few minutes to relax by the pool. It’s one of the first beautiful, warm days of spring and I intend to take full advantage of it while my son is still asleep. We’ve come over to my parent’s house and I’ve put him down for his nap in the middle of their big, King sized bed. I’ve got my ear buds in, music playing, the sun is shining and life is good. Nine Son I’m awake. G-ma and G-pa’s room fun! I see the window is open to the deck. I’m going out the...
Weekly Contest #69
New Way to Celebrate Thanksgiving By LuAnn Williamson “Don’t make me go!” Andrea knew her voice sounded whiney and petulant, much like a spoiled child, and she didn’t care. “Andrea, we’ve both got to go,” Josh, her husband, said while making sure the diaper bag was packed and the deserts were stacked on the table and ready to go out the door when the baby woke up from her nap. “It’s your Father,” Josh said, trying to keep his ...
Weekly Contest #66
It doesn’t count By LuAnn Williamson “It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” These words were spoken by Jake, my friend and sometimes lover. I almost scratched. He should know better than to talk to me when I was lining up a shot. “It’s not a defeat,” I nodded my head without even looking towa...
To Come By LuAnn Williamson “Yes Sir, I understand,” Lillian looked deeply at her Boss’s soft brown eyes as if trying to memorize them for the future. Then she looked away, so he couldn’t see the tears pooling in her own smoky blue eyes. “Why am I calling him “Sir?” she wondered to herself. Under normal circumstances, he’d be “Jack.” Sometimes, under more formal circumstances he was “Mister Fritz.” &...
Weekly Contest #62
The Time Capsule By LuAnn Williamson “I have an idea!” Ray said, setting down another moving box. “Is it a good idea? Jill teased, pausing her task of putting the dishes on the kitchen shelf. Their baby, Sibyl, sat in the high chair, gleefully munching on a teething biscuit. “Well, I think it is, he teased, putting his arm around her s...
Weekly Contest #60
It’s End of the World As We Know It By LuAnn Williamson “It’s End of the World As We Know It” Miranda sang at the top of her voice, blond hair blowing the wind from four windows that needed to be hand cranked as she drove along the highway. She was one of the few cars on that stretch of the highway, only having spotted a 60’s Bel Air station wagon several miles back, waiting at a stop sign, a pair of old ladies in the front seat and luggage piled high in the back. Miranda drove a cherry red mustang she inherited from her Grandmot...
Weekly Contest #59
You’ll Get Used to It By LuAnn Williamson “Welcome to Capiucho Seven,” the Concierge told me as he bowed low over my hand that held my identity chip. The brass trim on his suit glittered in the overhead lights. “We hope you can easily adapt to the conditions here and stay on here, taking up residence. Just keep to the concourses for the first few days, even weeks and you’ll be fine.” He gestured down the line to the next stop at the space port. “Customs is over there.” The white c...
Weekly Contest #58
Powerless By LuAnn Williamson “Honey, it’s OK to talk about things like this in the family but we don’t talk about it to outsiders, OK?” My Mom had soothed my hair back off my forehead as she sat on the bed after tucking me in. “We know things and can do things that most people can’t. Since they don’t know about these things, they think they aren’t real, but we know they are.” I’m Bella and I had just finished telling my Mother about my dream from the night before. I’d been ano...
Weekly Contest #57
OOPS! By LuAnn Williamson “It worked!” Doctor Peter Parkinson mumbled quietly to himself. He took a moment to congratulate himself that the time machine that he’d been working on, along with many of colleagues, seemed to be functional. He looked around at the space that had been, well, continued to be in the past, the University Park. But instead of the well mowed lawns and groomed flower beds, there lay bits of construction rubble and weeds peeking out from aro...
Weekly Contest #56
“It’s only a practice date,” her friend Connie’s voice echoed through her mind as she brushed out her long, brown hair. At Connie’s insistence, it had been newly tinted ‘kiss of mahogany’ whatever that was supposed to mean. But it was lush and made her slightly drab brown hair take on a new shine. What’s a practice date?” Hanna, Honey to her friends, had asked rather naively. “Remember I’ve spent twenty eight years out of the dating scene.” “Well, this is your f...
Weekly Contest #55
The Ring by LuAnn Williamson I have never liked shopping. I blame it on a defective double X chromosome. Trying on clothes is a chore. My best friend once took me to the mall, asked to see my keys and refused to give them back until I bought something for myself. I still have the skirt. So a trip to the grocery store is not an exercise in joy and sunshine. Since the pandemic, I’ve gone as early in the morning as I can to avoid people. Only I’ve stopped seeing them as humans and only look on them as possible ...
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