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Submitted to Contest #283
Ashley woke to the sound of a knock. She pushed herself up in bed and brushed the hair away from her face as the door of the guest room creaked open and her grandfather poked his head in.“Ready to ride?,” he asked.She yawned and wiped the sleep from her eyes. Even in the dim light, she could make out his gray horseshoe mustache and his warm, welcoming smile. “It’s still dark outside,” she said, peering out the window. “What time is it, anyway?”“It’s four-thirty.”“Oh my God, Grandpa. It’s the middle of the night!”“Stop your bellyaching,”...
Submitted to Contest #248
A deluge of summer rain and hail pelted the skylight. Twenty-one cleared the last table and headed back to the kitchen. It was almost five o’clock, but the sky had grown increasingly dark. The strong winds were making travel difficult and it was unlikely that anyone in their right mind would be cruising the old highway looking for a place to eat. Most of the truckers and motorists on the Interstate would have pulled off at an exit somewhere closer to Amarillo. John Bradford, the owner of the roadside diner, suspecting there would be few if a...
Submitted to Contest #245
The old road was long and flat. There weren’t many trees and the diner sat between a motel and the ghostly remains of a gas station. The moon covered the face of the sun and it was dark, like night had fallen on the weathered porch at the entrance.Inside there was a small dining room with booths and tables. The hardwood floors were shiny and clean, and the air was filled with the aroma of sausage and eggs searing in the kitchen. Over a long bar, above wooden shelves lined with liquor bottles, was a huge mirror; to the right, a set of French ...
Submitted to Contest #243
Ashley paused at the top of the steps and leaned forward, pressing her palms to her thighs as she exhaled a steamy breath in the cool morning air. She gazed across the parking lot and couldn’t help noticing a pair of men standing next to a sleek black sedan. Dressed in matching floral print shirts, they stood side by side with their arms around each other’s shoulders, posing for selfies against a backdrop of blue sky and puffy white clouds. It came as no surprise to Ashley. After all, the city’s awe-inspiring beauty had been her chief motiva...
Submitted to Contest #216
It was last call and everyone had gone for the night except an old cowboy who sat in a booth beneath the red neon sign in the window. The melancholy refrain of Don Gibson singing Sweet Dreams poured from an old jukebox in the corner, and the overhead lighting cast an white glow over the room where the smoky aroma of charbroiled steaks lingered in the air. The bartender and the waitress with him knew the cowboy had been drinking and because the aging cowhand was a regular they knew he might overindulge and leave without settling his tab.John ...
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