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Weekly Contest #356
The sharp, acrid smell of burning lighter fluid filled his nostrils first, a whiff of hot metal from the perforated brass casing following soon after and finally the familiar scent of burning tobacco. And then came the snap to close her Zippo lighter. “I really need to refill this thing,” she said, shaking the lighter before putting it on the side table by the ashtray he’d made her. She waved her free hand in the air to dissipate the smoke. It was Sunday morning. Time to catch up on Coronation Street. She worked nights at the diner, so mis...
Weekly Contest #355
Jim hesitated before coming down the steps of the old house, avoiding the ones that had rotted away and brushing dust off his jacket as he entered the kitchen, surprised to see Ricky standing there.“Oh, hey. Uh, check this out. Wait. Where’s Jessy?”“Outside. Taking a leak,” Ricky said, glancing at the open door. “Again? Jeez.”“Oh, cool. You found one of those old Adidas bags. I had one of those.”“Me, too. We all did. But look at this,” Jim said, pulling the bag open. “There’s gotta be a hundred grand in here. More, maybe” Inside were bundles...
Weekly Contest #350
It’s a straight stretch, this part of the 401 highway, through farmers’ fields and industrial parks stretching out of towns the road was meant to bypass. The pavement is wet. The wipers clear the windshield impermanently, the sun peaking for only moments at a time. Jill has a map on her lap, folded to their current location. It shakes as she lifts it. Bill stares straight ahead. They’ve been driving in silence since they set out. “Turn up here, the exit for Tweed,” Jill says. “Right, yes. Will do,” Bill says. “But its not pronounced Tweeeed....
Weekly Contest #349
The thing he loved about her was the way she killed people. No hesitation. No second guessing. No mess. Well, some mess, that was to be expected, but no unnecessary mess. He respected that. But what he most loved was what came with it. She said she was sorry. Always. Sometimes during the killing. Sometimes after. Sometimes just before. Circumstances dictated, you’ll understand. But she always said sorry. And she meant it. She really believed it wasn’t their fault they had to die, at her hand or anyone else’s. She didn’t blame them. So, she...
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Weekly Contest #345
NOTE: Trigger warning of suggested sexual abuse. The rain is falling hard as the cab pulls to the curb, the driver careful not to splash his next fare. The man jumps in and busies himself putting away his umbrella. “Thanks, man. Jeez, it’s really coming down out th…,” the man says, stopping suddenly as he looks into the front seat. “Oh, and who’s this?” On the front seat is the driver – that much to be expected – and beside him a small boy. “That’s my son. Can’t stay home alone, so he’s here with me.” “Hi,” says the boy, turning around ha...
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