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Weekly Contest #375
It had been fifteen weeks since Mindy's master died. Too often, Mindy found herself working in her late masters workshop. Finishing the porcelain dolls he had abandoned in his wake. Days before his death, his nurses had interrupted Mindy's work and brought her to the master's bedroom. Mindy recalled the tremble of his hand as he blindly reached out for her. She had sat at his bedside, only a few inches from his shriveled form but he couldn’t see her. His illness had rendered him blind, lord knows if his hearing remained intact. Speckles of b...
Weekly Contest #370
Keppler died from pneumonia two weeks ago, the first of December if I’m remembering this correctly. The morning when I had first learned of his death, it had been cold. Miller street’s brick buildings and cobblestone alleys had been buried, practically painted white. The roads had been slogged with snow and mud and bodies. Along the wintery roads trudged slouched men with drawn faces. They were the common folk of West Bend. Already soot-covered before they had even reached their factories or started their shifts. The gaunt men walked shoulde...
Weekly Contest #367
"If you can't read stop signs, get off the road!" My father gripped the steering wheel of our fish-mobile until his tentacles turned white. Honking vehicles blurred past as we jetted down Coral Avenue. Approaching a yield sign we slowed. "Father look, a guppie!" I rolled down my window and gawked at the man. I love guppies! Walking behind the guppie was a swordfish, next to him a Leatherback turtle. Finned, stingered, and tentacled passersbys filtered past sandstone store fronts and cave entrances. Mother shoved her compact mirror back into ...
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