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Weekly Contest #376
I’ve been called many things in my nearly three thousand years. Bringer of storms. Lord of the southwest wind. Son of Hanbi, king of the evil wind spirits. Most of these names I earned. But a child possessor? That was Hollywood’s doing. I arrived eleven minutes early. The address was an apartment building in Brooklyn. The doorman looked up as I walked in. “You must be here for the fourth floor.” “What gave me away?” He took a long look at my wings. “Lucky guess.” He buzzed me up. The apartment had been converted into a recording studio. I wa...
Weekly Contest #375
Alabama 1949 I’d been dead going on five years that May. I saw all of it. My sister Azalie never told a soul her part, so I will. The cake wasn’t much to look at, but Mama had made it, so nobody said so. Tillie pressed the candle down into the soft icing until it stood straight. Philip was climbing up on the white metal chair, reaching for the frosting. “Get your hand out of that.” “I help.” He looked up at his mama and kept helping. Azalie had come in from the shirt factory with her feet aching, and had eaten her supper standing up at the ...
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