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Tricia Shulist

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Enya

ENYA The two men looked up. Way up. To the top of the tree. “Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?” ”If you think you’re seeing a naked woman stuck at the top of a tree, then yup, you’re seeing what you think you’re seeing.” ”Huh. I wonder how she got there.” ***** Lane looked at Enya, her eyebrow arched. “So, let me get this straight. You think that being a human is so much easier than being a cat?” Enya was sitting on the kitchen counter. She swished her tail and looked at Lane. Instead of answering her right away, she licked ...

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Proxemics

PROXEMICS “You have to back up, Ben. You’re too close.” ”But how is the person I’m talking to supposed to hear me?” Melissa sighed. This was going to be tougher than she thought. As a life coach she’d had challenges before. Helping people adjust to life’s unspoken rules and expectations was hard. But Ben seemed to be … more. He’d been referred to Melissa by his mother, Betty. At twenty-seven, Betty was worried that Ben’s inability to read social cues and interact with his peers was preventing him from succeeding professionally, ro...

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BWD

BWD Abigail went cold. She’d felt “it”. Again. Fear crept up her spine. She whirled around and froze. ”Bahahaha! You should see the look on your face, Abs! Hilarious!” Simon was bent over double, holding his stomach, laughing uproariously. “Oh, man, when I blew on your neck, I thought you were going to faint! I wish I had my camera out!” Abigail stepped forward and punched her friend—now probably former friend— solidly on the shoulder “Not funny, Simon, not funny at all!” She turned around and stomped out of his house. Simon...

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The Perfect Day

THE PERFECT DAY Quilla opened her eyes looked up. It was so far. It was too far. She shut her eyes and started to cry. ***** Quilla followed the trail along the escarpment edge, her feet crunching through the fallen leaves. It was the perfect fall day. The air was clear and crisp, not a cloud in the sky. The temperature was above average, and there was a warm breeze blowing, keeping any late-season bugs away. Perfection! She kept striding along the path, taking in the panoramic view from the lip of the escarpment across the val...

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One of Those Days

ONE OF THOSE DAYS I couldn’t believe it! I’d slept in! Today of all days! They—the writing gurus—always say don’t start a story with waking up, but this time, it’s important. In fact, it was the linchpin to my dias horribilis—my horrible day. I was laying in bed, feeling particularly well-rested—not my usual state of mind when I had an important presentation that day at work. Which it certainly was! A VIP client wanted to expand their company’s legal representation—tax law, international law, patent law, contract law, securities law—...

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The Book

THE BOOK ~THE END~ Annabelle looked at what she thought were giing to be the last words that she’d have to type for The Book. That seemed like a million years ago. She smiled ruefully. Back when she’d been a naive newby writer, she’d figured that once she’d finished writing The Book, all that was left was a bit of editing, finding an agent, and boom, she’d be on the New York Times best seller list. Oh, how wrong she’d been. In hindsight, the writing had been the easy part–well easier than the editing. When she was writing, she’d ...

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Marriage is Hard

MARRIAGE IS HARD “STOP!” “The car?” No, Ben. The gravitational rotation of the Earth. Yes, the car. Now!” “Why?” “You know why.” “No. I don’t.” “Just stop the car. NOW!” “Fine.” “I can’t stand to be in the same car as you. I’m walking home. Don’t follow me. Just leave me alone.” “Fine.” ***** “I can’t believe that you didn’t come and get me!” “Are you serious?” “YES! I’m one hundred percent serious.” “You told me to leave you alone. So I did.” “You should have known I didn’t mean it. I was just angry.” “You’re ...

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Foraged

FORAGED “Foraged?” I asked. “Ya,” said Bridget, “foraged. Like picked in a forest. Food out of the woods." “And you want Leon and I to come over for dinner tomorrow to eat these foraged mushrooms?” “Exactly!” she said. I was confused. Bridget was a friend of my partner Leon–well, not exactly Leon’s friend, per se, but more of a friend of his sister Hallie. Bridget and I were more like peripheral acquaintances. While Leon has known her for years, they’d never really socialized. Hallie was three years younger than Leon. Even after all tho...

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Tito

Weekly Contest #319

CW: Mild violence and gore TOTO “It’s been a helluva week, Doc, a helluva week.” Toto shook his head. “Do you want to tell me about it?” He shook his head again. “I dunno. You won’t believe me. I hardly believe it myself.” Dr. Baum smiled at Toto. “Why don't you try?” Toto looked skeptically at the doctor. She was a great therapist, but … “You’d be surprised at the stories my patients tell me,” she continued. “I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.” Toto snorted. He wasn’t so sure. “Can you promise me you won’t, you know, have me comm...

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Serendipity

SERENDIPITY “What the heck?” said Val, looking down at the tiny kitten swirling around her ankles. She was sitting outside in the square surrounding the reflecting pond in front of city hall. She felt lost and hopeless. She’d just finished requesting her husband Pierce’s death certificate from the Registrar’s Office. The whole interaction had seemed so clinical … so matter of fact. She had found the office, entered, taken a number, found a seat, and waited. The wait wasn’t too onerous — about half an hour. When they had called he...

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The Party

Weekly Contest #316

THE PARTY Dana looked around the backyard. She watched as her guests mingled, laughed, drank, and ate. It looked like another success. She and Eric threw an annual party to celebrate the success of their law practice for friends, family, employees, and clients. Well, if Dana was honest with herself, only certain clients were invited. Eric insisted that not all of the clients were “party-calibre.” But they all paid the same fees, thought Dana. Eric loved these get togethers. Dana did not. Eric loved playing the Lord-of-the-Manor...

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No Match Made in Heaven

NO MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN “So, that was fun.” I looked at my best friend, Vivian, and raised an eyebrow. “Was it, though?” I asked. We were sitting in the bar at the newest downtown restaurant, Heaven, where she and I had just finished our first-ever speed dating event—one for older singles. Apparently, it was the newest thing for men and women of a certain age who wanted to get back into the dating scene. This was the informal portion of the meet-up, where we could talk to anyone who’d interested us. The last activity before we submitt...

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Dog Day Afternoon

DOG DAY AFTERNOON I don’t move, pretending to be asleep. I can feel the other’s eyes on me, watching. The same way he has watched me every day. Silently judging. So superior, so high and mighty, so much better than me—or so he thinks. But what he doesn’t know is that I have the upper hand in this game of his. I have a secret. I will show him who’s higher and whose mightier; who’s faster and who’s meaner. It’s been going on like this since we arrived four days ago. Whenever I come outside to relax he comes to the fence and stares at...

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Darkness

DARKNESS What …. what … what’s that smell? Darkness. That smell … A bubble of fear explodes in my brain. I need to … So tired. … sleep. Darkness. No! Wake up! That smell! Trying to open my eyes. I can’t. Need to sleep. Darkness. Again. I dream I’m camping with my parents. Long, long ago. Both gone now. We’re sitting around the campfire … Drifting. Trying to remember. BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! That sound … one continuous shriek … my head pounds … what is it? I’m afraid. But I know that sound … it’s … Cough!...

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My Precious Book

MY PRECIOUS BOOK My phone rang. I ignored it. I knew who it was. And, I didn’t want to talk to her. As I picked up the phone to decline the call the name Ellie Walker was displayed at the top of the screen. Yup, I was right. My agent. I placed the phone faced-down on my desk. Ding. Damn it! She was texting me now. Pretty soon, she’d be sending me an e-mail, or showing up at the door, or sending me a registered letter! I felt panic start to rise. I was royally screwed. My manuscript was overdue—really overdue—and the publishe...

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