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Weekly Contest #288
The Rescue By Marcia Calhoun Forecki I had not eaten all day, except for half a sandwich. One of the volunteers at the rescue staging area handed me a sandwich as I ran past her. I thanked her with a wave of my throw bag without stopping. My partner was already in the boat. A car went into the water upstream off a collapsed bridge. I bit off as much sandwich as I could without choking and threw the rest into the spate. As I chewed the sandwich wad in my mouth, I saw the captain run toward our boat. “I’ve got another team on the car. I need ...
Weekly Contest #278
The Obit By Marcia Calhoun Forecki My first thought when I saw the obituary was, “It’s about time.” I felt sorry for Judson, sure. I knew he would take his brother’s death hard, no matter how badly Lyle treated him all those years. Judson Spray had been my foreman at North American Aviation in Fairfax, Kansas. I hired on in 1942. The huge plant (over 1 million square feet) produced B-25 Mitchell bombers. Men and women worked together. Thousands of young women who never imagined living, much less working, away from the family farm or small t...
Weekly Contest #273
Property Management “Is this the property management office?” I asked. “That’s what the sign says,” the woman behind the cluttered desk answered. She continued rummaging through a mountain-slide pile of file folders. “I’m Woodson Donnelly,” I said, thinking she might be searching for my file. When, at last, she lifted her face, she focused on my forehead or my hair. Her hair was as white as my own. In fact, everyone I had seen since arriving at the front gates was snow-capped. Not a brunette or ginger or baldy in the place. A clear glass na...
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