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Submitted to Contest #249
I anxiously watch as the traffic light changes from green, to yellow, to red for the third time in a row. My little run-down car has not moved an inch. I finally got called for an interview! After months of sending resumes and waiting, and waiting, and waiting… Two days ago, my cell phone rang, and someone named Dana Stone said I had an interview today at 8 am with HR Manager, Mr. Soft. Mr. Soft? Really? Wasn’t Mr. Softee the name of an ice-cream truck? I remembered the little jingle in my head from when I was growing up. Mr. Soft and Mr. So...
Submitted to Contest #198
My seventh-grade English teacher was, well, for lack of a better word, fat.Not chubby or a little overweight. She was a fat person. Andthat made the students feel they had the right to disrespect her.But I loved her. I loved her class. The knowledge about booksthat she possessed. The capacity that she had to transport me into different worlds and eras. Sometimes I felt the class was just between her and me because everyone else was passing little notes back and forth (no cell phones then) and whispering to each other and all were more than g...
Submitted to Contest #186
It had nothing to do with him and everything to do with him. He was a jeweler. That’s what he did, he fixed jewelry. Sometimes beautiful pieces, sometimes simple pieces. And sometimes…stolen pieces. The afternoon was hot and humid, the small air conditioner giving its last hums of life. Suddenly, a man walked in, the small bell on the door tinkling. The jeweler looked up. The man was sweating profusely. “Nervous” the jeweler thought. He’d seen his share of hold ups throughout the years. “How can I help you, sir?” he asked. The man ha...
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