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Submitted to Contest #133
Rosie waited for her father to take his lunch break. He marched to the front of the shop, locked the door and turned the sign to closed with a flick of his veiny wrist. He always took his lunch in the back room between the piles of musty papers, and he always closed the door so the smoke from his pipe wouldn’t drift into the shop. ‘Tony’s Sweetshop’ the white sign said above the door outside, but for ten minutes each day it was Rosie’s. Cherry drops and Bon-bons, Cola bottles and Gummy bears. Glistening rows of glass jars bursting with ...
Submitted to Contest #132
Are you there, God? It’s me; Gary. The one you seem to have forgotten about. I know you’ve always preferred a hands off approach, but I could really do with some of that divine intervention right now. Nothing epic, I don’t need you to turn water into wine. Although I wouldn’t turn down a small glass. Just a little bit of phone signal is all I'm asking for. Please. No bars. Useless prick. I think about launching my phone out of the window and into the desert. Maybe I should try Allah. This is his neck of the woods after all. Not sure how...
Submitted to Contest #131
Knocker stirred the pot with the concentration of a man seeking knowledge in the broth. He hummed softly as the ladle dipped, and the familiar smell of stale carrots made my stomach whine. The scar on my left leg complained against the cold as I shifted position on the bench. The trenches ran from the foot of the Alps, to the English Channel and I doubted I’d find a comfortable spot if I walked the entire crooked length. My bench was a broken crate leaning against the back of a dug-out hollow. Five of us squeezed into...
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