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Weekly Contest #373
“Please sit Mr. Denton,” the man behind the desk said, gesturing at the chair. “I am Inspector Russo. I have read my officer’s report and your statement of the incident at Santa Pudenziana. It is a disturbing case of desecration of one of Rome’s most holy sites.” “It wasn’t like that,” Denton said. “I was returning a lost artifact.” “Are you a finder of lost artifacts, Mr. Denton, an Indiana Jones?” Russo said, with mocking emphasis. He flipped through some papers on his desk and continued. “It looks like you work in the accounting departmen...
Weekly Contest #371
It started like a typical late afternoon summer shower along the Front range, the kind that comes out of nowhere, unleashes a torrential downpour for fifteen minutes then ends as abruptly as it starts. But this storm was different. Within a few hours it became violent and unrelenting. Rain came down with such ferocity that it seemed as if a dam had burst in the heavens, releasing infinite quantities of water. Ravines in the mountains became rushing rivers, tearing through the streets of the small towns that sat at the base of the mountains. ...
Weekly Contest #369
The young boy walked out of his bedroom just after sunrise to find a goat standing on the coffee table in his living room. The goat stood motionless, facing the window as morning light filtered through the curtains. There were goat droppings on the coffee table, along with an ashtray filled with cigarette butts, beer cans, an empty bottle of scotch, and an empty glass with lipstick on the rim. He looked around but couldn’t see the other goat. That was odd, he thought, there were two goats last night. Maybe the other one had wondered out of t...
Weekly Contest #368
The Hungry Waiter Steven sat in tattered chair in the small breakroom at Minnie’s Diner listening to Arnold, the owner, deliver a gloomy forecast to the staff about Minnie’s financials. Arnold’s monologue was interrupted by the loud growl of Steven’s stomach, “Sorry, forgot to take lunch today,” Steven said. Everyone knew this was a lie. They all suspected Steven had an eating disorder, or maybe an illness that caused him to have an almost skeletal appearance. What they didn’t know was that he’d been fasting for almost five days and had bar...
Weekly Contest #359
Paul never understood the attraction of airport bars. They seemed out of place, like they’d been plucked off a street corner and plopped down into the airport unbeknownst to the patrons, who continued to drink as though as though they were still sitting in their neighborhood bar. But today, with one beer down and a half-empty one in front of him, he looked around the bar and understood. Two women across from him are dressed in colorful matching t-shirts, with umbrella drinks in front of them, headed to a cruise they probably can’t afford but...
Weekly Contest #358
I am part of this family. Photographs, tchotchkes from their travels, snippets of wisdom and humor, and grocery lists adorn my stainless steel casing. Fingerprints and food smudges bear witness to my privileged place in their household. I am one of the first to greet them in the morning and often the last to bid them goodnight. I am a miracle of modern technology. Compressor, condenser, electronic control board, inlet control value, water supply lines, water filter and dispenser, icemaker, all working together in an exquisite utilitarian har...
Weekly Contest #7
“Use the Fork Luke” was written in red icing across the half-sheet chocolate cake that was decorated with plastic miniatures of X-Wing Fighters, the Millenium Falcon, and the Death Star. Having parents that were avid Star Wars fans made the inscription an inevitability. There had been much debate about which birthday would be “the” Star Wars birthday, but no debate that there would in fact be one. In the end it was market forces and Luke’s enthusiasm for Rey that decided the matter. For the group of young kids, the cake was a marvel to behol...
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