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Weekly Contest #357
I see them every Saturday at the park. His shaggy coat bounces with every jump. The boy, Prakash, throws a tennis ball across the field. He’s taller now, freckles cascading down his tan cheeks. His dangly leg kicks out behind him as he throws the ball. “Get it, Rami!” It’s short for Ramen, the noodle that best describes the pup’s curly blond fur. His paws slash against small pools in the turf. Dark mud dampens his underside. I don’t get much closer. I fear that if I do, he’ll come running in my direction. Instead, I sit at the bus stop for ...
Marie peered in the window to see if Kim was there. She hated ringing that small gold bell on the counter. Its harsh ping was so invasive, like dropping a dish and tensing before it shattered on the floor. She pressed the tip of her nose to the glass to block the glare. Kim waved. Marie backed away from the window. Her shoulders reached her ears with anxiety. She wrenched the door open, muttering under her breath, “Why can’t dry cleaning be self-service like everything else?” Every week, Marie ordered some combination of a soup and salad fr...
Weekly Contest #356
I live on Douglas Street, the note in my pocket reads. I tuck it back in. I am not sure why I have that note, but it’s laminated, so it must be important. It slides through my fingers like a wet fish in my pocket. My keys jingle alongside the card. Sprinkles of sun speckle my hair and warm my shoulders. The sidewalk leaps and dips from gnarled roots that revolt against their cement confinement. I balance against the tree, confused for a moment. The pool was always two blocks from the purple house where my friend Kimberly lives. But all I see...
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