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Weekly Contest #333
The porcelain plate held down the memorial card from his wife’s funeral, its crisp white edge pinning the sunflowers and blue jays to the table. The last of the guests had already gone, the house empty again. Snow fell quietly as thick flakes passed the dining room window. The same window where they once watched their children play in the yard. Where he used to stand with his coffee, watching her garden take shape after the abundance that April always brought. Now there was only the table. And his plate. It sat in front of him, clean and unt...
Weekly Contest #330
There were no words to be had. None that could accurately and completely describe the true depths to which my heart had been inflicted with their disappearance. They did not come home. I was alone, and it was my new reality. It settled over me with the slow certainty of something that would not lift. Something that I did not choose but was thrust onto me with little regard for how irrevocable orphanhood was. I needed them. And, they were taken from me. When I entered our home for the first time since they left me, it all felt… off. The hom...
Weekly Contest #329
“See, here is the thing.” I am being lectured by the stranger next to me at the blackjack table. “You have to only bring what you are willing to lose.” His thick black mustache, Southern drawl, and flannel jacket contrast with his weathered face and thinning hairline. “Until you are good enough to win. Y’all have to be prepared to lose.” He is winning. Again. Annoyingly. And if it is routine, he shows a twenty. It is my turn now, and I show an unfortunate four. I tap my finger on the table twice. Six. Tap. Tap. One. Tap. Tap. Eight. The ...
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