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Weekly Contest #359
The Knots The hammer strikes the rail at 04:30. Pod'yom. Rise up. The women climb down from the bunks, their breath visible in the cold air of the barracks. It is winter in the colony, and winter here does not ask permission. The walls are concrete. The windows are small and high. The cold comes through anyway. A woman carries the waste bucket toward the door. Steam rises from it as she walks. Outside, the sky is still dark. The pregnant woman stands near the washing basin. Seven months along. Her belly rounds beneath the grey smock they ga...
Weekly Contest #356
No One Knows Your Name Until It's on a Stone The grass was still wet from last night when John pulled the Toro Recycler off the truck. He set it on level ground and checked the deck. Wet morning like this, you had to watch the clumping. He primed the bulb three times, set the choke, and pulled. Nothing. He pulled again. The engine coughed and quit. The handle was cold in his hands. "Come on, Mulcher." He pulled again and it caught, rough at first, then settling into its idle. He stood there a moment with his hand on the handlebar listening t...
Weekly Contest #354
OLD LIGHT The baby blue paper was folded in your jacket against your ribs. She had given it to you the night before the flight. A ream of small sheets, with envelopes to match. Not expensive. Deliberate. She had said you have to write to me every day and you had said you would and the paper was what she had handed you to do it on. You had been writing every night since Heathrow — sixteen days now, sheet after sheet, mailed from airports and train stations and small post offices in towns whose names you could not pronounce. The bus had broken...
Weekly Contest #352
And Still He woke to the particular silence of a room where someone used to be. The curtain moved once in the open window. He got up.The mors was on the counter in a glass pitcher, the color of dark cherries, beads of water already forming on its sides. He poured a glass and carried it toward the light.She was already at the railing when he opened the balcony door. She wore the robe he had seen over the chair the night before, the sash tied once and low. Her hands rested on the iron and she was looking out at something he couldn't yet see fr...
Weekly Contest #348
The photograph is bad. Grainy, taken at an angle, the colors flattened by whatever light they could get down there. You can make out a bison on its side, entrails suggested more than drawn. Beside it a figure — human, or meant to be — horizontal, arms stiff, a bird's head where a face should be. To the left, a stick with a bird perched on top of it. The bird is not doing anything.He is the only man painted in the cave. He is also the worst drawing in the entire cave.Nothing else like it appears anywhere.It was painted at the bottom of a shaf...
Weekly Contest #346
The embankment shouldn't have been there.Aleksei had worked this corridor twice before, checking survey markers for the pipeline company, and he knew the ground. Swamp to the north. Larch forest to the south. A service road that became a suggestion and then became nothing. He had turned the truck around at the same place both times, where the ruts filled with black water and the birch thinned to scrub.But the ground had changed. Or he had misread it. Either way, the embankment was there — a raised causeway of packed earth and gravel running ...
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