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Weekly Contest #81
I arrived half an hour before the time we agreed upon. At first, it was an attempt to snatch some control but when I got here, I realized I needed every minute. I hopped from table to table. Every chair felt too hard against my rear and every table had a spotlight. I finally settled on a table with a pair of chairs, at the back, nestled against the wall. From here, I will be able to see when he arrives. He won’t be able to see me though. Not until I stand. Gifting me with the time I need to conceal any joy he evokes. I look down at my lap an...
Weekly Contest #80
It is August 6, 1962. Johnny busies himself around the house, eager for the day ahead. His mother and father talk about things like independence and saying goodbye to the queen but all he knows is that he gets to go to a parade. He sits down for breakfast. A plate of ackee and saltfish with yam, banana, and dumplings. Johnny’s belly is filled with excitement. Still, he clears his plate; not wanting to do anything to cause his mother to reconsider their trip into town. When Jo...
Weekly Contest #79
The chime of my phone stirred me from sleep. I narrowed my eyes, trying to dilute daylight as I scanned the room. I recalled my night before…and the guy. He was gone. My sleep haze lifted, my heavy lids gained vigour. With a wide grin, I plucked my phone off the night table. “Hey,” the text read? Hey? It wasn’t a “hey” kind of night. It was an “I hope you slept well and I want to see you again,” kind of night. At least, it was for me. I think. I read the three letters over and over trying to decipher the meaning concealed by those three lett...
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