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Weekly Contest #116
I broke the surface and gasped, catching my breath and slowing it to easy pulls of air. A seagull flew past, and I bobbed for a moment in the water watching him head to the horizon. I turned and swam to shore. The water pushed against me, my own waves lost to the bigger tides, and I rode the current inward when I could. I walked up the beach and flopped down on the towel next to Lo. She was a quarter of the way through the novel she brought, some perfect-for-the-beach story of romance found and lost. No doubt some tragically profound ending ...
Weekly Contest #68
“He wasn’t your real father.” We were sitting at the kitchen table, two days after we had buried Dad in the cold February earth, the early thaw lending itself to quick work for the grave diggers, the sun shining down on the Father, new to the parish and one I’d never met, intoning debts of gratitude and hopes of eternity for the beloved, the twisted logic of the trinity slipping and sliding through his homily, a wind gust whirling as I threw my handful of dirt on top of the coffin as if to spit it back out at me. And now Mother sat there, st...
Weekly Contest #66
Jasper’s hands shook like an earthquake was rocking the ground, and the hot coffee in his hand began to spill out of his cup, the liquid scorching his hand. He dropped the cup and it splattered into the air, over his jeans and the two women standing next to me. “Oh my god!” shrieked the younger one, glaring through glasses that framed her face in a manner reminiscent of a raccoon. Her long pointy nose continued to point in his direction as she shook her right leg first and then her left, drips flecking onto the concrete floor. The older wo...
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