Becca Yurok

“A Suspicious Phone Call” by Becca Yurok

Submitted to Contest #186

“Hello?  He-llo!?  Is anyone there? HELLO!”‘Uh yes…Good day…”“You’re lucky! I was just about to hang up! “It must be a bad connection, sir.”“Maybe…but I think that you must mean ma’am.”“Oh yes…I am very sorry for my mistake, please accept my apologies…ma’am.”“Whom am I speaking with?”“Yes, ma’am. This is officer Joseph and I am calling from the Canadian Revenue Agenc...

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“Urgently Going Back to Work” by Becca Yurok

Submitted to Contest #155

The venti latte had been a mistake.  Maybe not as much as picking drive thru, as opposed to using that time to use the coffee shop’s washroom.  If anything, the coffee was fine.  In fact, it was exactly what I had needed to prepare for the day.  Even the drive thru had been prompter than I had remembered.  However, now I desperately needed to go pee. Earlier, when I had rushed out of my condo, I could fee...

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“Tale of a Teacher and the Sixth Grade Psychic” by Becca Yurok

*This is a story very loosely based on a particular incident when I made a rash of baby predictions when I was 12. Wrote this from the perspective of my teacher. Some details have been changed.*I hadn’t thrown up - not yet, anyway.  You know when something is not quite right?  I was tired all of the time, but, with a full time teaching job and three sons, ages 5 to 9, exhaustion was my baseline....

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“The Smart Fridge” by Becca Yurok

Submitted to Contest #150

It had been on a whim that Sabrina had entered the draw:   “Win a Cutting Edge of Technology Smart Fridge - The First Fridge to Help YOU Succeed in All of YOUR Weight Loss Goals.”  That mor...

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“There Must Be Something in that Hot Dog” by Becca Yurok

Submitted to Contest #149

The frankfurter monument in all of its colossal, veiny glory looked perverse at certain angles. It was built to bring tourism to the small community…or so they said, Monica reflected. The truth was, most of the surrounding towns had resorted to boasting “The Biggest” fill-in-the-blank, in a desperate attempt to resuscitate the economy. For what it was worth, that was what the town was known for: The hot dog plant and frankfurter, well, everything. Even the Mayor was a big wig on the factory’s bo...

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“The Fourth Date” by Becca Yurok

Submitted to Contest #147

It had been a year since I’d had sex.  A very long year. You’d think that an especially dark theatre would be a great omen for a fourth date with the perfect guy. I had tried online dating half heartedly before.  No, not Tinder.  For a 29…okay, 34 year old woman, the guys I met online tended to consider me kind of old fashioned due to my no sex before four dates rule.  But this time was different. ...

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