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Weekly Contest #321
“You trying to make a decision?” He picked up the wedding ring that he had been twirling on the dark oak bar and held it in his fist. “Already made it,” Alvin said without looking at him. The man was tan, with lean, muscular arms, not a weightlifter but maybe a yoga enthusiast, and wrinkle-free, both his shirt and his face. He worked hard to look like he didn’t care what his hair looked like—the kind of guy Alvin studiously avoided in bars. Alvin looked at his own arms, thick forearms, browned and highlighted with gray hair, skin aged...
Weekly Contest #316
Patrick needed a beer and a mask. His shirt stuck to his back in the Costa Rican humidity, woodsmoke wafted the aroma of cilantro, cumin, and cinnamon in a light breeze, and in this crazy crowd of locals and tourists, he might as well be in a Where’s Waldo puzzle. Patrick wiped his brow and scanned the crowds, some dressed for the festivities, some dressed for Disney World, but none of them looked like they were looking for him. He stood halfway out the opening of a ramshackle hut, watching an intense little man sitting on a short th...
Weekly Contest #150
Madison fit the last letter snuggly into place and stood back with a rare smile as she took in her succinct message, driven by people’s limited attention span, as much as running out of letters. The sweet aroma of printer’s ink filled the room and to Madison that smelled like freedom. “Only missing three vowels,” she said as she tapped the wooden block with the ink-stained mallet, but her smile faded when she thought about what she had to do next. Her iPAL vibrated and a smiling mermaid HOLO shimmered to life, a...
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