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Stan Konwiser

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The Jar

Ashley Thomas continued the long, slow process of clearing out the nooks and crannies of her condo. She had been living there for more than 18 years as her family grew and then disintegrated. The divorce settlement was forcing the condo sale. Ashley sighed and took another box out of the deep end of the closet. The box was not familiar but had some shipping labels on it. One label had a return address in Toledo, Ohio. Suddenly the memory of her former father in law, Greg, passing away rose from its suppressed place. That was two years ago du...

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Robert

Weekly Contest #342

“Robert, would you get me a glass of water please?” called out Jim. Then immediately followed with a “Damn” under his breath for forgetting that Robert was no longer with them. Sitting next to him on the sofa, Connie chimed in “Yes, I miss him too”; even though neither of them really liked Robert and were secretly glad he was finally gone, “I guess you are going to have to get that water for yourself. While you are up, will you get me a glass of orange juice?” Robert wasn’t around to help Connie either. Just last week,...

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The Test

Weekly Contest #332

Most of the time Aaron hated the rain, but this time listening to the sound of rain falling on the tent was as soothing as the whisper of his mother when a child and sleep would overtake him. It was late in the evening on this camping trip and the night rain would likely pass by morning promising a glorious day of hiking. That his current love, Elaine, was laying next to him also listening to the gentle patter of the falling drops added to the contentment that flowed over him, “Listen to the falling rain, what a peaceful sound when we are sn...

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What a Day.

Ashley Thomas continued the long, slow process of clearing out the nooks and crannies of her condo. She had been living there for more than 18 years as her family grew and then disintegrated. The divorce settlement was forcing the condo sale. Ashley sighed and took another box out of the deep end of the closet. The box was not familiar but had some shipping labels on it. One label had a return address in Toledo, Ohio. Suddenly the memory of her former father in law, Greg, passing away rose from its suppressed place. That was two years ago du...

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A Few Minutes of Chaos

Weekly Contest #253

Note: This story depicts a violent encounter and includes a few curse words appropriate to the context.Route 95 in this part of North Carolina is very quiet at 2 am. Aside from the long haul trucks there aren’t many other cars on the two northbound lanes. With many hours before me, it was time to take a toilet break and refill the travel mug. A road side billboard read ‘Marty’s 24 hour gas and food 16 miles ahead’. Sounds good.The exit approached and looked like one of the very rural interchanges with a local road just big enough to warrant...

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The Test

Weekly Contest #218

Most of the time Aaron hated the rain, but this time listening to the sound of rain falling on the tent was as soothing as the whisper of his mother when a child and sleep would overtake him. It was late in the evening on this camping trip and the night rain would likely pass by morning promising a glorious day of hiking. That his current love, Elaine, was laying next to him also listening to the gentle patter of the falling drops added to the contentment that flowed over him, “Listen to the falling rain, what a peaceful sound when we are ...

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Nightmares

Weekly Contest #212

May 2, 1944 Dearest Clem- After these 2 years apart, I miss you more than ever. Every day I pray for your safe return to me and Jimmy. I know this war is needed to save the world from Hitler but why can’t you be fighting it from some safe place instead of inside the belly of some bomber? Yes, I say this in every letter, but it is no less true each time. The fight here on the home front is as fierce as ever, the collections of scrap metal and rubber has reached a fever pitch. The food shortages of some items continue even though they are ra...

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The Photo Album

Weekly Contest #120

    Ashley Thomas continued the long, slow process of clearing out the nooks and crannies of her condo. She had been living there for more than 20 years as her family grew and then disintegrated. The final divorce settlement was forcing the condo sale. Ashley sighed and took another box out of the closet. It contained about a dozen photo albums from happier times. Looking for any distraction, she carried the box to the living room and set it down on the coffee table.       Settling on the co...

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The Waiting Room

Weekly Contest #49

Steve had to admit a certain nervousness as he approached the nondescript office building on South Central Ave. He usually walked with a self confident swagger, but the charges brought against him for the most recent road rage incident had given him pause. Actually, this court-ordered counseling seemed much better than the alternatives offered by the District Attorney; but Steve didn’t have to be happy about it. Once inside, he reluctantly trudged up the the stairs to the shrink’s office. Taking the elevator would have been easier but using ...

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Last Breath

Weekly Contest #32

Carl considered the 12 hour shifts part of his life. Arriving at 8 AM to the home of someone dying a slow death required a very early rise plus the travel time to get there. Once he arrived and did the transfer briefing with the home care aid finishing the shift, he spent a long day mostly sitting and watching. Carl was a hospice aid.This occupation fell naturally to Carl. As a young boy, his aged Nanna had lived in the smallest room of the apartment with his mother and sister. Carl would often sit with Nanna just watching her dozing in fron...

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