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Submitted to Contest #4
Jessie will never know how many times she’s saved my life. When I feel helpless, hopeless, defeated, I like to play with my gun. One night, while I was mindlessly loading and unloading my gun, she jumped up on the couch and nudged me with her cold, wet nose. So I stopped fidgeting with my gun and gave her a good head scratching. Then I loaded the gun again and began spinning it on the table like I was playing Wheel of Fortune. I wondered who would take Jessie if I were gone. Probably Kelly, my ex-wife. I took a hard swallow of bourbon. It st...
Submitted to Contest #3
“Sweetie, it’s time to go to bed,” her mom called “Okay, Mommy.” “Don’t forget to wash up and brush your teeth.” “I won’t.” “I’ll be up in a minute.” “I don’t think she’s been brushing that well,” said the monster under the bed, hereafter referred to as Monster #1. “What are worried about?” said the monster in the closet, hereafter referred to as Monster #2. “I’m worried about cavities and tooth decay.” “Don’t worry. These are only her baby teeth. She’ll get a whole new set of teeth in a couple years.” “What if she gets gum disease,” said M...
Submitted to Contest #1
Jewelry. No, too personal. He’d only worked with her for six months. Jewelry would be creepy. He definitely wanted to avoid creepy. What about bookends? No. Who gives bookends? Maybe some type of clothing. He picked up a scarf. Not a winter scarf, but the kind that he’d seen women wear as an accessory. He looked at another and another, feeling the different textures, pondering the colors. No. Giving a scarf is like giving someone a tie. He wanted something that said, “Hey there. I am your friend and I’m not creepy.” Besides, he’d never seen ...
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