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Weekly Contest #380
“I forget things like that,” I assured my mom when she asked about my encounters at work. “It’s not something that jumps out at me when I’m in the system. It’s like a form that we fill out when someone approaches the desk. I can’t recall right now exactly what questions we ask but I know to record their answers and then move on. His being from Abu Dhabi didn’t impress itself in my working memory at the time. It’s not a grudge or anything like that, I promise.” I could tell from her reaction that my mother didn’t exactly buy this explanation....
Weekly Contest #366
“I should have known better,” whispered Tom as he examined the ant infestation in his backyard. Tom had noticed that there were a few stray ants marching along in the kitchen over the weekend and he saw that they were walking in a line towards the open Nutella jar that was left on the counter. He never left Nutella out when his wife was home, but last time he left it out and then he cleaned it up and put it away, he hadn’t seen another ant for about a week or so. This time, it was a long line, from the backyard to the kitchen, but what could...
Weekly Contest #363
It was eight years ago that this village was wracked by the hurricane that blew through and coughed up that incredible and awful man that led all of us down this path towards direction and a bitter bitter sense of being stuck. We started seeing things differently once he came along. We started to have ideas about the world, and our place in it. We looked down alleys and from the tops of towers towards uncharted horizons. What had we been thinking all those years prior? Where had we spent our time? He had a path we could take. Take 75 a...
Weekly Contest #356
Charlotte walked through the snow. February in the bible belt still bit a bit. That is to say, it was cold, still. But she wouldn’t be out here long. Just one cigarette then back inside. She could face that. She may not be able to deal with her mother’s passing in the future, she reflected. But she could stand in the snow for five more minutes. A loss of possibilities. That was what death meant to her. Now, she and her mother could go practically anywhere and do practically anything, but once her mother died, it would be just herse...
Weekly Contest #327
“Well, nuts,” said Geraldine as she peered out of her bay window with the crown molding, gazing forlornly at her cat Alpha who had gotten himself stuck in one of her front yard’s massive oak trees. “This won’t do.” Geraldine had made it a point to keep her cats as indoor cats, but with a house full of that many cats, one was bound to break away at some point. “Oh, dear,” muttered Geraldine as she walked into the living room, looking for her binoculars to better examine Alpha’s predicament and his undoubted distress. “This won’t do at al...
Weekly Contest #320
There was an air in these woods, something that drew you in. Something that captured your imagination and took you places you felt you had never been. Between the trees, among the moss and grass of the forest, some say it was a kind of force, others a hint of something beyond oneself. Either way, it was intoxicating. One need not imagine much to glimpse the truth that many had lost themselves among these woods; be it fall or spring, summer or winter. They always beckoned. And there was always someone willing to heed the call and follow...
Weekly Contest #304
“Conceal those dark spots, that’s exactly how to do it, great job,” began Cynthia as she oversaw Melissa at the beauty counter at Macy’s. Melissa knew that coming here would be like this, someone giving her a spiel and examining her tirelessly, but she was out of options. And she needed a new concealer before the party this evening, before she saw Ray again. “The trouble with concealer is that too much concealer blends everything together and you end up lacking definition- it’s really more of a spot treatment.” Said Cynthia. Melissa had ...
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