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Submitted to Contest #335
A small brown box sits on my front porch, conspicuous in its conservative covering; a speck of dismal dust before a polished pearl. No name or address adorns its face, forcing me to question its intended recipient.Curiosity compels me to scoop it up and carry it inside, balancing books and the bags hanging from my fishhook fingers, cutting into the seams of my bloodless joints. Everything is eventually put in its proper place inside, with the parcel placed on the silvery-gray surface of my teakwood table.I locate scissors in a disheveled dra...
Submitted to Contest #334
Once upon a time, in a world within a world, off the concrete path, through the weeds, and under a fallen oak tree, Harry the Snake sold bespoke jackets to his fellow herps.Harry’s Haberdashery for Herpetofauna.As we all know, snakes do not have arms, so how do they don the jackets? How do they stay on? They're made to fit snuggly on the long, slender bodies. To put them on, the snakes wriggle, writhe, and slither into them.Alas, the jackets began to itch, and it wasn't easy to shed their skin as they grew. Growing also meant the jackets had...
Submitted to Contest #332
CW: Mental health, psychological abuse Just before the sun stretched out its first tendrils of light, seeking cracks in the darkened sky in which to anchor and pull itself over the eastern horizon, the Harrowell family gathered in the parlor of their old but tenderly cared-for farmhouse. It was time for daily scripture and family prayer, preparation for the day of labor before them.Father sat in his old, padded reading chair—the redbone hound, Boaz, lying quietly at his side—with Mother to his right in her rocker. Across from the parents, on...
Submitted to Contest #331
He stood in the darkened living room staring out the large picture window, feeling like a specimen in a primate house. Outside, heavy snowflakes fell circumspectly, like thousands of tiny paratroopers with billowy white parachutes, awaiting a compromise between friction and gravity. Suddenly, the room flooded with lethargic light, and he found himself staring at his dim reflection. His wife yawned groggily behind him. “What are you doing up?” “Got hungry and wanted a snack. Thought I caught something out the corner of my eye outside.” “W...
Submitted to Contest #330
Squinting against the blustering winter wind full of prickly ice specks, one eye closed completely, I barely saw the car pull up next to me. Startled, I flinched and snapped my head in its direction. A dark green two-door, its engine low and rumbling, was pacing me. The driver held up a hand, signaling me to stop, I guessed. I stopped and turned toward the car; the driver now leaned over, rolling down the passenger-side window. “Hey, get in — it’s freezing out there." He unlatched the door and pushed it open. “Uh, it’s ok. I’m nearly home...
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