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Submitted to Contest #295
Bailee is a little brown puppy. She lives with Mommy in a big loud city. This week, for days on end, Mommy took Bailee to the park and sat on a bench. The bench was tucked away behind trees, just off a winding path. There were only trees where eyes could reach. Rarely did people walk by. They just sat there. For a long time. Longer than Bailee liked. Many times, she pretended to sniff something interesting, creeping away until the leash tightened. She’d pull gently, hoping Mommy could take the hint and follow. But Mommy only reeled her back ...
Submitted to Contest #294
I sit on my usual bench in the dog park. There are so many dogs here today—chasing, jumping, lunging, barking. Spring is here. The cherry trees overlooking the bench blossom, their petals rocking with the breeze and drifting onto my lap. It is my happy place.My gaze jumps from dog to dog. A cream-colored lab attempts to mount a tall brindle mix, who, surprised but determined, flings every part of himself to shake off the offender and, in the process, knocks over a shih tzu busy butt-sniffing a corgi. The corgi, freed from the sniffer glued t...
Submitted to Contest #288
It was the last workday before the week-long national holiday for Lunar New Year. The office was half empty but just as loud. Coworkers exchanged Happy New Years. Those conducted in a partner’s office were the loudest. Almost a decade working in the same accounting firm Lin still couldn’t comfortably wish her bosses well. It never ceased to sound toady to her. She imagined how fast their smiles faded once she was out of their offices, and their heads shook, amused. She doubted they could see her beyond the deliveries she owed them. And now h...
Submitted to Contest #260
After reels became completely flavorless, Jessica ran out of things to do. Her thumb window wiped her phone, back and forth and back. Youtube. Instagram. Reddit. Google News. She chewed through them all. What else. Then she saw it. The app she downloaded a while ago but never felt like it to try. Edam. Her thumb loomed over and cast a shadow. She hesitated. Three seconds later, she tapped on the icon, a purple apple, undevoured. A message showed demanding an update. Jessica was glad about the reason not to proceed. Yet before she c...
Submitted to Contest #255
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Eight. Nine. And ten. Sarah laid out the origami stars on the cream-colored table top in one line, equal distance apart. The paper strips were galaxy-themed. Leon’s favorite. The stars, the size of Sarah’s thumbnail, glistened in different shades of blue, from dawn to dusk. Sarah scooped them up and placed them in a mason jar with a hinged glass lid. She picked out the jar because she liked how unobstructed it was. There was no metal lid. No embossing on the body. It was completely see-thr...
Submitted to Contest #246
It has been almost three years since his mom passed away. Two and a half since the miscarriage. And two since the separation. If the miscarried baby were a girl, it would be three generations of women leaving him. He chuckled at the realization. Half a year ago, the same thought would have sent him into a spiral of despair. It had been an improvement—an achievement even—to rise from the pit, a place in pitch darkness where his cry for help couldn’t escape and only traveled inward and rattled more damage. Now he was back. John ...
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