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Submitted to Contest #194
NINE It is nine o’clock, and Mirek has closed doors for goose bumps. Business is brisk (thank you, Andrew Scott, Westminster Language School). Many people (Andrew Scott) think it is not nice what we do next, but for us it is most important thing. Some people have not enough to worry about, but that does not mean they must worry for me. **** I am writing at kitchen table. Tomáŝ leans over me. “What do you write?” “Nothing,” but his face begins to sulk, so I say, “An essay.” “Why do you write in English?” Tomáŝ does not know English. I ...
Submitted to Contest #189
Bohnice to Krizikova It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. I got to my knees and shook my head. Far off, a wounded animal called in distress, a lingering cry trailing into the sky like futile prayers from a crumbling altar. I clamped my jaws and, in the silence that followed, looked about myself. The remnant of a broken wall poked above the dense treeline surrounding me in a rough circle about one hundred yards across. I was pretty sure this was all that remained of the abandoned chapel. As I took in the rest of...
Submitted to Contest #187
The Stourbridgedidge I would have made a serious effort to get to know Bagpuss⸺my kind of cat. Number Ten's Larry and the sly ginger down the chippy, I felt I knew already. As much as you can know a cat, that is, which they say you can't. But for a long time, I wanted nothing to do with Kitten. Other than her knack for driving Wanka Mal nuts, I could see no point in her. "I'm vegan, so you gotta understand how horrible it is for me." Wanka Mal was bawling from the landing as the awful whiff of what Kitten had dumped at the foot of the stai...
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