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Weekly Contest #357
I’ve never sought the spotlight. I love music more than life and not a day goes by that I am not singing. I teach vocal and piano lessons, sing with the local college and am on call with a recording studio for back-up work. It’s life and it keeps the bills paid. Plus, I am under no illusions about how my appearance is perceived in the music business. I’m heavy, and while that works in the opera world, it’s no good at all if you want to be in the spotlight anywhere else. Perversely enough, it’s all about the look of the thing, even with music...
Trigger warning: grief, trauma and implied death. Momma was missing. It had been many sleeps and many meals since I last sensed her. Her scent lingered in the house, on the bed and in her clothes, but it was fading. Others came into the house, loud, unfamiliar humans, who cleaned the sandbox and fed us, but they were not Momma.“She’s gone forever,” the Other Cat said firmly one night, not in so many words, but I understood her. I also disagreed.“Not gone forever,” I insisted. “She’ll be back. She always comes back.” And she had. Until now.“S...
Weekly Contest #356
I sought a sea god. I built a temple of weathered stone, carved deep with imagined creatures dancing in curls of foam. The altar I topped with a precious shell, bought in the market from the salt-traders. They came through twice a year from the south, bringing their necessary cargo, along with shells and trinkets. The year I built my temple, they had a shell, all pearlescent whorls. It cost me dearly, but I knew it was meant for the god I sought. When I placed it on the altar, something settled, something approved. I knew it was only a matte...
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