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Submitted to Contest #313
Earl looked up from the crossword. Jane sat across the table with her knitting, the needles clicking like crickets. Her reading glasses had slid so far down her nose that he expected them to crash to the floor any second. The curls of gray hair that snuggled around her head looked warm on this cold dark day. It was only five, but the sun was gone and had left no trace. The rain rumbled on the awnings. “What’s for dinner?” he said. She paused and looked at him over the top of her glasses. “You’re cooking.”“I am?”“That’s what we agreed.”He did...
Submitted to Contest #308
On Midsummer’s Eve, Bottom the Weaver opened the door of his hut to see the last crescent of sun dropping behind Theseus’s castle. He still thought of it as Theseus’s castle even though Theseus’s son Duke Hippolytus reigned there now. He stepped out into the warm evening, turning to take one last look at the loom that was his livelihood. For years, he had been the best weaver for miles around, but now, with his failing eyesight, he found it hard to make fabric with the fine details that had been his signature, and he was relegated to weaving...
Submitted to Contest #307
My new apartment smelled of Lysol and fresh paint, a big improvement over the stench of dirty laundry and stale fries that had assaulted me when I toured the place three weeks ago. I opened the shutters, and dust puffed off the slats. Afternoon light flooded the empty room. The walls were architectural white. The wood floor was waxed but with many nicks and scratches, especially around the place where the bed would be. The bathroom door didn’t quite close, and the frame around the window looked like it had been the training ground for a kid ...
Submitted to Contest #303
I lay in Rose Petal’s lap, her hands lightly brushing the fur on my back, stroking from my neck to the stump where my tail had once begun. She was making a noise – not her usual chatter, but an arhythmic moaning accompanied by spasmodic tremors that jounced me repeatedly. I called her Rose Petal because that’s what she smelled like the day she found me. The feral cat that had attacked me raised its head, looked at her and hissed. Rose Petal chattered angrily, and the cat trotted away through the gap in the hedge. When Rose Petal ran away, I ...
Submitted to Contest #301
Thursday, August 9, 1984I made an honest mistake. I was going to Boston for a deposition of a key witness in an upcoming trial. After forgetting to wind my fickle alarm clock, waiting for traffic and a long search for parking, I was late, running through the terminal with a briefcase in one hand and a gym bag stuffed with a change of clothes in the other. The doors to gates E and F were a few feet apart, and I saw the last of a line of people going into the door on the right. I joined the line. If I tried this today, a hundred safeguards wou...
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