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Weekly Contest #365
In the Autumn of 1932, the New York Yankees had just won the World Series against the Chicago Cubs. Massive dust storms were sweeping over the Great Plains, displacing millions of people and decimating agricultural production. Across the country, 9,000 banks had failed and one in four people were out of work. The deteriorating economy had stalled the new housing market, and the Pentecost Lumber Company, in the small hamlet of Cape Vincent, was forced to close operations. The ten loyal employees at Pentecost arrive for work one early Septembe...
Weekly Contest #361
THE RETURNING LIGHT After weeks of what seemed like endless rain - gray days with sudden downpours that faded into sheets of mist that clung to the windshield of my Jeep. This morning the sky has cleared, a deep blue with small puffs of cloud that float by on the wind, casting their brief shadows across the hillsides. Yesterday, I traveled back to this place I once called home. After a night of fitful sleep in my hotel room, I’m driving out to the edge of the salt marsh, the place where I used to feel safe against the misplaced wrath of my ...
Weekly Contest #360
Catherine Hawley exhaled an audible sigh and closed the book. It was a silly book really, a gift from Pageant Norris who had some notion that Catherine might be the type of woman to show up in public sporting a ludicrous red hat. Well, she wasn’t that kind of woman – never wanted to be and never would be. Still, the book had been a gift, and Catherine felt some obligation to at least glance at it, briefly thumb through its pages and prepare some fitting comment of appreciation she might offer. Yet something about the lines of that openi...
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