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Submitted to Contest #312
You died two years ago. Some days I still write to you, but I know you died two years ago. Otherwise, we really fucked up by burying you. To this day, every airplane I see, late at night while I chainsmoke and pray to a god I didn’t believe in even before you were taken from me, every airplane is you making good on your promise to see me soon, but it’s not because you died two years ago and I know this, because I put trinkets and joy and hope into your coffin before they sealed it and when I touched your hands they were so cold. You died two...
Submitted to Contest #311
“My mother’s name is on the FBI’s Most Wanted list.” That’s a terrible icebreaker, but I hate small talk so I’ve taken to starting all my first dates with that line. That way, they can make an informed decision about whether or not they want to pursue things any further. If I say it up front, they can’t accuse me of lying by omission or wasting their time. It’s the second thing out of my mouth, right after I make sure they’re the person I’m supposed to be meeting. I usually manage to get it out before they’ve even ordered a drink, so they’re...
Submitted to Contest #310
The AC is busted again, so we’re stuck on the porch trying to cool down. Even out here, the air feels like soup, that stifling summer-in-the-city weather that always has me looking up Alaska’s housing prices on Zillow. “I’m telling you, man. It’s like that white woman thing about actualizing your goals.” Benny stares at me, one eyebrow raised, as if I just told him I bought a time share. I can tell he doesn’t believe a word I’m saying, but I need to tell someone and he’s the only one I can say it to if I want to avoid grippy socks. “Seriousl...
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