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Submitted to Contest #291
demurrage (dɪˈmʌrɪdʒ)n1. (Nautical Terms) the delaying of a ship, railway wagon, etc, caused by the charterer's failure to load, unload, etc,before the time of scheduled departure It was not a term she was familiar with. It was something in the shipping regulations she had read for the transport of their parents’ old furniture from Geneva to the Port of Baltimore. Baltimore, where her brothers had moved when they were ...
Submitted to Contest #290
MOEBIUS Ben considered that he was 'on the lam' from his relationship. It all became too much when Gillian, claiming to adore him, insisted her business trips every other week to push ‘the product’ as she called it, were essential. Off to Britain (her country of origin) and the Continent (her aspirational home). She liked New York, but it was so….. so navel-gazing, so culture-hungry, so damn competitive she needed to get away, and the workaholic in her, her ‘personal driver’ spirited her away too often from their West 86th Street pied-à...
Submitted to Contest #289
The Other TimeThe room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here.I wake up to silence and the bed I’m in has a dark wood headboard, dark wood slats, slightly dented. The ceiling has a single lamp, with a floral fabric lampshade. Odd, almost Victorian? Who chose this décor? I would have preferred a Tiffany shade with colors fanning across the room to this fading cloth. Am I correcting my own dream? Or maybe it isn’t a dream.I hear a rustling sound a plump woman who looks like a 19th century maid comes in.“Coffee or tea will it be?” she ...
Submitted to Contest #287
STRIVIA™ “What we need is a start-up. Our own start-up.”Barrett shifted her hips in their purple cycling shorts in the ergonomic chair, holding her iced skim decaf latte (grande) up toward the window where the air conditioner hummed miserably in the early June heat. Had to change that one, she thought. “If can’t find a goddamn good job, you create one,” she added. Barrett spoke in italics and underlines. Carter, hunched over his iphone, didn’t reply. The ice in his diet Coke had melted to a pale...
Submitted to Contest #271
AM I, WHO WERE, YOU WILL BEThey were looking for volunteers for the AIHG (AI Hologram Generators) at MIT, and as an Adjunct Professor of English Gita felt she should again be doing her bit to help scientific research. She was in awe of the brilliant students from around the world who came in and out of the labs and looked so serious and preoccupied with their experiments.She’d once volunteered for a language recognition experiment with invented words that sounded a bit like Sanskrit. (Gita's Sanskrit was not advanced -- she’d taken it as par...
Submitted to Contest #270
DeliveranceIt was 1 a.m. and Della had gotten nowhere. If these walls could speak and tell me what to do….….the professional handyman was coming tomorrow at 9 and she had to decide what to do with this old kitchen floor, with its cracked tiles that had probably been dove-grey. At least it wasn’t linoleum. Her daughter Pia, who ate only organic except when she ate out, had discussed certain rugs and furniture with dangerous chemicals, what were they called? that were toxic for humans and then polluted the environment once they reached the dum...
Submitted to Contest #269
BooBoo Bear BooBoo Bear had dun-colored fur and a shiny green bow and was introduced to the children after sitting placidly under the Christmas tree from around 2 am (tired grownup time) to 6:42 am (early children’s time) on Christmas day 1987. Presents sparkled anonymously in fancy wrapping, and the tree glowed. Patrick and Clarissa scuffled through the kitchen into the Christmas room. A large stuffed bear sat under the tree wrapped only in a green bow. Clarissa was hesitant: the bear was as big as she was. Even the mild wool smile didn’t r...
Submitted to Contest #267
LAST DATE They had exchanged a number of brief WhatsApps. Sasha had said how important it was to meet a bright, bookish woman, and he told Ellie she had the perfect profile. Ellie was impatient to meet him, but held back, distracted by the dust that had settled on the front of the bookshelf holding the dictionaries. She didn’t use the dictionaries anymore. English, French, German and Spanish, as well as Italian and Latin tomes stood stolid and confident in paper dust jackets. She didn’t do translations anymore, not since well before Kennet...
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