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Weekly Contest #365
A nice dinner. Really good wine. Really, really good sex. Now Rosalind was nestled in a cocoon of blankets, warm and content. Thinking of nothing, really, as she drifted - - Zzzzt Zzzzt Zzzzt With the alarm and little jump on the other side of the bed, she was reluctantly pulled back to consciousness. Zzzzt Zzzzt Zzzzt “Really?” she groaned. Without opening her eyes, she felt him open his laptop and start to type. “What?” “What can possibly be so important that you need to look at it now? I must be doing something wrong.” John chuckled and a...
Weekly Contest #284
Content warning: Strong language “A white Christmas? Who the fuck needs a white Christmas?” Work had been slow. Christmas Eve day could’ve been busy, which is why she’d worked a double shift. But then it started snowing just before noon, and people hurried to finish their errands; folks couldn’t be bothered with a late lunch or a break for coffee and a snack when the roads were getting bad. She’d had only three tables all afternoon and hardly made enough to cover the bus fare and the babysitter. Now, to add to it all, the bus was stuck an...
Weekly Contest #283
Well, at least no one peed on me today. Gary got the mall Santa job this year because facing Christmas alone was…unimaginable. Not that it was going to help him tomorrow, but at least it got him through Christmas Eve. Or rather, Christmas Eve Day. He had thought it would be a fun distraction, and it was, at first. Most of the kids were sweet or shy or excited; to his surprise, he found that bratty parents outnumbered bratty kids 2:1. But the redundancy of must-haves, pretty-pleases, and can’t-live-withouts, coupled with the loop of tinny Ch...
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