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Submitted to Contest #302
I gaze at the door for the thirteenth time, since, well, four minutes ago.The location isn’t bad. A large restaurant, the Jade Princess boasts a lot of white-cloth tables, with fancy chopsticks and red, ornate chairs. Cloth tapestries of Chinese warriors decorate the walls, and an aquarium filled with giant crabs fills the center of the room. I eyeball the waiters and waitresses, who sport traditional Chinese attire, which is the most international diversity the rural North Carolina town of Fatback has seen in its lifetime. I think I spot on...
Submitted to Contest #301
“Thankyouthankyou, Trinity!” Claire stands in the Town of Buck Rub’s Country Club lobby, looking like Bridal Guide Magazine threw up all over her. “I know it should’ve been Mom who organized the wedding, but she’s busy with Husband Number Five—” (eye roll). “In Paris.” (Second eye roll).Yeah. Merci, Mom.Claire continues. “So, I really, really appreciate my wonderful big sister taking charge of pulling this off. I can’t believe it! Bob and I are getting married in thirty minutes!” She squeals, clutching her lacy, white dress, sounding 16. B...
Submitted to Contest #300
“I am an odd duck.” I blandly smile at the sweaty, uncomfortable real estate agent dressed in a coat and tie. In Georgia. In July. The man, sporting a nametag reading “Morris,” had tried to make small talk about how my inheritance is unique and different, and he got his answer—which only made him more uncomfortable.“Yes, well, I’m glad you got the keys okay and are settling in nicely.” Morris straightens his droopy tie. “Thanks for filling out the last paperwork.”As I close my front door, Joe cackles from his armchair. “He was melting, Harpe...
Submitted to Contest #299
“You know you wanna …”“Shut up, Horace,” I mutter, out of the side of my mouth.The typical red, horned little monster shifts on my shoulder, cooking up a new tactic.Typical? Like, how many people have an Imp of the Perverse riding around with them, Kayla? I think.“It’s every priest’s dream to receive an Ordination Cake as perfect as this one,” the imp states.Wicked grin from Horace.I look wearily around the small Southern bakery, wipe my sweaty brow with my gloved, free hand, and proceed to get icing all over my straight, brown hair. Which s...
Submitted to Contest #298
“I dare to be myself—screw you!”That’s what I want to scream from my seat on the bus to Anywhere and Nowhere, like every bus I’ve hopped on in the past month. A distraction from my messy divorce. Hopefully, adventures. But I keep my middle-aged mouth shut like the good little girl my momma raised.Chicken.I pull on my newly-pink hair self-consciously, regretting my “screw you” attitude that led me to choose a sleeveless shirt that shows every jiggle of my flabby upper arms.Sigh. Reinventing myself ain’t so easy.I look out the window at the sw...
Submitted to Contest #297
I have three things that make me special. Different.I know what time it is without a clock. 11:04pm? I can do you one better. 11:04 and 32 seconds, baby. This chick is never wrong.I can see ghosts.And I make a killer peach cobbler.Okay, okay, back to the ghosts. Ever since my older and slightly crazy brother Tanner pushed me on my scooter down a hill as a kid, ending in my head hitting a silo (think Deep South country) and lights out for Daisy (moi), I’ve seen the occasional spirit. Most are harmless. Some are mean as a trapped skunk, but th...
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