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Weekly Contest #360
Every Patient Is DifferentBy Spartacus Lawrence “How much time do I have left?”Connor knew, and others like him knew, that the first answer a doctor gives to this question is that every patient is different. The answer is a diversion tactic. He recognized the tactic and knew he would have to press past it. He wasn’t looking for a date to circle on his calendar and start a countdown clock. No, he was looking for a framework so that he could decide how to spend his remaining days, even if it were only a few.The appointment with Dr. Noelle Vart...
Weekly Contest #359
Melba’sSpartacus Lawrence It’s 1:00 a.m. on a Tuesday. The hazy glow of streetlights spreads across the leaf-covered sidewalks. In mid-October, the air holds the memory of summer, reluctant to release it. Warmer than it should be but part of the pattern that repeats annually. The traffic is nonexistent, and a gentle warm breeze rustles loose paper along the dry asphalt.The blinking neon sign announces OPEN in the window of Melba’s Diner. The signage is dim even under the streetlights. The front door is propped open by a newspaper stand. The ...
Weekly Contest #358
Fifty MinutesSpartacus Lawrence Nobody believed in me. That was their first mistake. I remember that day as if it happened just yesterday. I was in the eighth grade and the new kid in school. My family had just moved north from Florida. School was already in session. Alliances had been forged long before my arrival. Relationships built back in grade school that still stood today. Allowances were not made for the new kid. The kid with the wrong clothes and the crazy haircut. The one with the glasses that were too big for his face. No. Friends...
Weekly Contest #357
A Page Too Lateby Spartacus Lawrence “Oh, I can’t believe how poor the writing of college students is,” I say to myself, as I sit to review essays from the English Lit 201 seminar. Sophomore students should be able to accurately navigate the workings of the English language by this point in their lives. Aside from spelling and grammar errors, the logic behind the arguments is nonsensical. “I pity them when they enter the real world.” “Forgive my dilly-dallying — I should introduce myself,” I say. “You see, my name is Hugh Collingsworth, III....
Weekly Contest #356
Destination to Somewhereby Spartacus Lawrence— — — It’s Friday evening, and there’s a holiday on Monday. I’m in my car in bumper to bumper traffic — my old blue Buick, nearing 100,000 miles. She runs good most days, but today the muffler is sounding weak, a puff of smoke bloats from the rear. When I think of vacation, a picture of a sunny beach and clear skies comes to mind, but that’s not what I have today. Rain is pounding the windshield with vigor, visibility is low. I’ve grown to know that this drive, the one to the airport, is often fil...
Weekly Contest #355
What the Dog Knowsby Spartacus Lawrence---The familiar buzz of my cell phone indicates that a message has come through. I’m sitting in a conference. The presenter is discussing the different generations and what each brings to the current workforce. I’ve heard this speech before at nearly every other conference I’ve been to. Half-tuned in and half counting the minutes to our next break, I excuse myself and exit to the lobby. It’s empty save for a few stragglers taking phone calls or working on laptops. I glance down and see a new message fro...
Weekly Contest #354
What the Street RemembersBy Spartacus Lawrence Main Street was once filled with thriving vendors and cafes. Fresh fruit in crates. Flowers in bushels. All for sale from a smiling shopgirl. With raised hands, she'd wave and announce — Apples, oranges, strawberries, come and get 'em — and the street would answer back with the shuffle of feet and the press of coins into open palms. The town was small enough that everyone knew each other. Familiarity embedded in its nature. You didn't need a reason to stop and speak. The reason was simply that y...
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