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Weekly Contest #369
I slid into a black vinyl seat in a music-themed bar somewhere in the liminal space between the puddle jumper terminal and the big dogs in Terminal C of the Houston airport that loaded up for the larger destinations. I really wanted to rest on the ride home, so I ordered a G&T with extra lime and prepared to work on my patience.By the time my flight from Vegas landed in Houston, I'd already scrubbed the glitter off my hands twice, and I still hadn't figured out what to do with the rest of her. It was easy to be Glittery Gabriella that ow...
Weekly Contest #368
Nanaya turned the key in the lock to open the Store for the morning. The Sun was bright on her back as she stepped into her own modern temple or whatever modern life left of her sacred space. It was cool and dim where the glass door light didn’t penetrate which was good for the potions and elixirs, she moved among the bottles and focused stilling her self and visualizing the untapped energy around her. As she focused on breathing in love and breathing out energy to the concoctions, she wondered if it was her imagination or if...
Weekly Contest #367
The Last MealThe bread was still warm when his mother broke it.Vasco watched her hands do it — the same hands that had broken bread every morning of his life, the same small tear at the crust, the same offering of the larger half to him without a word about it, as if he were still a boy of nine and not a man of thirty-seven days from the edge of everything anyone in Sines or Lisbon had ever known. Outside, the sky over the Tagus was still more grey than gold. Somewhere down at Restelo, four ships sat low and patient against the tide, waiting...
Weekly Contest #366
I should have known better than to go on my honeymoon by myself.That's what I told the woman at the gate agent counter, half-laughing, half-sobbing, when she asked if I was okay. She had the kind of face that had seen a lot of crying travelers and had learned to say nothing and just slide the tissue box two inches closer. I took one. I didn't stop crying.It wasn't the crying you do because your heart is broken. I want to be clear about that, because for a long time I thought that's exactly what it was, and I was wrong about almost everything...
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