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Weekly Contest #317
“Shall we go look at the caskets now?” The funeral director looked directly at me, and then glanced over at my grandfather, whose eyes were slightly glazed over. He was either fighting back tears, or hadn’t heard the question as his hearing had started to dwindle over the years. I gestured at the director to please repeat the question because I couldn’t bring myself to do it.It was all very matter-of-fact, and I supposed that’s why I had come in the first place. I didn’t want to think deeply about the events that had just taken place. I want...
Weekly Contest #282
It was a sizzling June afternoon, and my ass was glued to the cool metal support of the waiting room chair. Despite the pain of the metal beams digging into my flesh as I squirmed in my seat, the cold was soothing. Not much had changed about this place over the decade, especially not the god- awful chairs. Considering our healthcare system’s unimaginably drawn out wait times, one would think all of us taxpayers would willingly unite to fund more comfortable chairs. I glanced around at the other dozen people in the waiting room with me and ga...
Weekly Contest #278
“Take care of yourself,” I stood with my back firmly pressed against the kitchen island of the condo I rented by myself as I watched the man I thought would be the only one I’d ever love glare at me with unforgiving eyes, as black as his crisp dark dress shirt. They were nice words to say, but they left my mouth bitterly, more as a scoff than a pleasant wish. He didn’t even try to respond. He simply put his shoes on and left angrily, without so much as a glance back, all while knowing we would never see each other again. It had felt like the...
Weekly Contest #273
My mother and I liked taking long walks once a week. It wasn’t really for exercise. We loved them because you could chat endlessly about private matters all while enjoying the natural suburban beauty that couldn’t be found in the city. These walks were especially stunning mid-Autumn, the time between being surrounded by pure green foliage and completely bare trees. I wasn’t sure if she would be up for walking with me this particular Sunday because it was my grandmother’s first death anniversary. Still, I figured I’d give my mom a call and se...
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“My name is Alvaro Vasquez and I am an alcoholic.” About twenty solemn eyes were fixated on me as I forced the last hard ‘c’ out of my mouth and sat back down. A chorus of “Hi Alvaro” met my ears as my bottom met the cool metal of probably the most uncomfortable chairs I’d ever sat on. If their purpose was to get you to stay here, I’d imagine they’d have seating more pleasing to my ass. Oops, I thought. My daughter had always said I should curb my habit of swearing every couple of sentences. I had zoned out of my third Al Anon sessi...
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