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Weekly Contest #333
It was my retirement party, which sounds like a celebration of leisure, until you realize I spent the day doing the sort of unpaid labor usually reserved for wedding planners and the people who set up buffets at Hampton Inns. My husband wanted to throw it for me. He had the idea, and you could see how pleased he was with himself, as if he’d invented the concept of cake. I tried to decline, gently at first, then with the strained cheerfulness of someone saying no while simultaneously checking to see if anyone is about to cry. “Let me do this,...
Weekly Contest #332
The Last RainThe first time the city announced there might be rain, the whole block went out into the street just to look at the sky. It was habit more than hope. For ten years the sky had been a flat, chalky blue that made the buildings look like cardboard cutouts. The sun rose, burned, sank. Clouds were something you saw in old pictures, the kind with soft edges that looked like someone had painted them in afterward.From my third floor window, I watched neighbors shade their eyes and squint upward. Scarves covered their mouths against the ...
Storm CreditBy the time the heat index hit 115 at eight in the morning, the city app pushed a cheery notification.GOOD NEWS, CITIZENS. RELIEF IS ON THE WAY. STORMBREAK 24 CONTRACTS NOW LIVE ON GREENFUTURES.The banner pulsed at the top of Mara’s cracked screen while her cheap fan shoved hot air from one corner of the kitchen to the other. The walls sweated. The fridge hummed like it was bargaining for one more day.“Relief,” she muttered. “From whom?”Her son was already up, bare feet on the linoleum, cereal collapsing into mush. He had GreenFu...
Weekly Contest #331
Madeline and the Monkey’s Paw I sat in my car and watched snow fall through the cone of the streetlight in front of his house. The flakes drifted in slow diagonal lines, catching the light before they lost themselves in the dark. It was the kind of hush that makes you want to hold your breath. Inside, I could see the faint blink of Christmas lights through the curtains. Somewhere in there was a man I thought I loved and a girl I’d never met who might, if I was lucky, love me back. I checked the text he had sent earlier. She’s so excited you’...
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