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Weekly Contest #81
I watch through the windows of the coffee shop as snowflakes trickle down to the sidewalk, forming a white sheet on the pavement. Pedestrians are walking around the street. Some carrying hot drinks and pastries. Some walking dogs on leashes. Some in a hurry, likely running late for work. Standing on the sidewalk is a young man who catches my eye. He is an attractive man with dimples and a warm smile. He looks oddly familiar, but I can’t put my finger on where I know him from. The man calls out to a young woman. The woman turns around, and sh...
Weekly Contest #77
The drive to the cabin was surprisingly smooth. Given the snow and ice on the road, I was expecting some trouble getting down here. I did experience some trouble, not with the roads, but with my wife. For Valentine’s Day, I planned a weekend getaway for the two of us. She was expecting a nice hotel with a spa and a hot tub, but when I told her I booked us a secluded cabin in the mountains, she was not happy. I assured her the trip would be great, and that it would be a chance for us truly get away from the world. Begrudgingly, she agreed an...
Weekly Contest #75
Marian, 1976 Our marriage crumbled the moment I saw him with her. His teaching assistant. Younger than him, prettier than me. I knew they were sleeping together by the way she casually touched his shoulder, the way she blushed when he looked at her, and oh, how he looked at her. He never looked at me that way. Not even in the honeymoon phase of our marriage. Not even when were young and naïve. He smiled like a child in a candy store at the coquettish sound of her laughter. Her perfume drenched every inch of his skin when he returned home fr...
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