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Weekly Contest #299
I don’t remember being adopted. It’s just a story, part of the family folklore to make me feel special and wanted. When I was a kid, I never got tired of hearing it.Before I started school, I would buzz around my mother like a bee while she ironed our clothes. “Mom, where did I come from?”“Jasmine, I’ve told you a hundred times.”“Katie Cronker says you got me from a dumpster.”My mom swung around. “Katie is a silly goose! Dad and I adopted you from Hong Kong when you were almost two. We met your plane at Kennedy Airport and brought you home. ...
Weekly Contest #291
My name is Doctor Edgar B. Shallows, Jr. but most people call me Ed. I'm a second-year resident, in other words, two years out of medical school, at Cornwall Medical Center in Boston. We're down in what used to be called the Combat Zone, where hookers and drug dealers once prowled the streets, slummers snuck into the peep shows and sex shops, and guns were as plentiful as cotton candy. You could practically set your watch by the wailing of police sirens. Now it's mostly high-rise luxury condos and equally high-end stores where of us can...
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She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Mountain When She Comes The old folk song went round and round in her head as Joanna Fan peered through the wet windshield, the wipers slapping an irritating rhythm that didn't quite fit the music. Rippling sheets of water on the glass made the road nearly invisible as she crept along at barely ten miles per hour. The day had started out warm and clear, but towards lunchtime, thick gray clouds began to pile up and the heavens opened with big fat drops. Joanna had brought a sandwich and a Thermo...
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