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Weekly Contest #345
The Last Table on the Train The man had been taking a sip of water when the waiter came up to the table, a woman walking behind him.The train rocked beneath the dining car. A rolling motion that made the water in the glasses slosh and the silverware clink against the plates. Outside the window, beside the table, fields were sliding past in a dim glow of early evening.“I’m very sorry,” the waiter said, lowering his voice. “It appears we double-booked this reservation.”The woman had a folded ticket in her hand and an uneasy look on her face, r...
Weekly Contest #344
One More Dance The fiddler lifted his bow and called, “One more before the break.”Boots shuffled closer to the dance floor. The wooden boards creaked under the weight of a dozen couples already lining up. Lanterns strung across the rafters cast a warm glow across the barn walls, and dust hung faintly in the air where people had tracked it in the gravel lot.Ellie stood near the doorway, fingers curled around a rough wooden post. She had been standing there most of the night.Music filled the room, bright and quick, the kind that made people la...
Weekly Contest #342
Embers at Juniper Ridge The first time Cora Bellemy met Wade Ashcroft, she was standing in mud, arguing with a goat. “This is not how we treat our guests. You can’t jump on them and chew on their yoga mats.” She informed the goat. Who was standing there, chewing on her coat zipper?“Doesn’t seem to be listening to you.”The voice came from behind her, low and gravelly, like it had been carved out of pine bark.Cora turned too fast, boots slipping, and hands waving in the air. She would have landed face-first in the mud if a hand hadn’t reached ...
I am in my grandmother’s attic when the book takes me from my life and places me somewhere else.The attic stretches the length of the house, narrow and low, with a sharply slanted roof that forces me to walk hunched forward. Thick wooden beams cross overhead, darkened by decades of heat and dust. Every surface is coated in a gray film that softens edges and dulls color. The air smells of cedar, old paper, and insulation that has long since lost its purpose. When I move, the dust rises and settles again slowly, as if the room itself resists d...
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