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Weekly Contest #370
Warning: Mention of suicide and some depictions of death without gore. Some stories were never meant to be told. Gloucester, Massachusetts 1867 Hattie Sorley never intended for the game to go this far. It was customary for the adults to return before twilight from the Feast Day of St. Peter at the local Catholic church. Taking advantage of their caregiver, Mrs. Engel’s, predictable routine—a hearty supper, Dutch India’s finest tea, a glass of Madeira, her favorite ottoman, and an irresistible evening siesta—Hattie and her friends, Eliza, Gle...
Weekly Contest #369
……“I regret to inform you that we will not be moving forward with your application and we will be pursuing other candidates who are more qualified." Molly King -Manufactures Hanover New York, New York September 6, 1983. Another rejection. I have now been rejected from every job I have applied for since graduation. The woman with the strawberry blonde hair, and gold rimmed glasses, enjoying her Glenlivet and soda at the bar I have worked at in Upper Saddle River since 1980, was correct. Reading my palm, she bluntly said I would go on a journe...
Weekly Contest #368
warning -self abuse, vivid descriptions and thoughts with some reference to mental health. Watertown, Massachusetts, 1978 You must believe me when I tell you I was never a paranoid old man, languishing through a daily meager existence, jealous of bugs for they, unlike me, at least walk free while I atrophy away in this coffin of a room for forty dollars a week complete with a cot, a chair, a table and one box, that no doubt holds a demon. As I told you, I was not always this way. Not until I was without care in the world, making time with He...
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