C Davis

“A diner ” by C Davis

The ghost of the afternoon heat lingered in the diner and the smell of hamburger meat and cheep pie promoted a cat to sit at the screen door meowing softly. The evening dusk replaced the buzz of flies with frantic mosquitoes who hurried this way and that. The last verse of ‘love me tender’ by Elvis Presley played smoothly from the jukebox. A waitress who was in her late 30’s, though due to fatigue, hard work, and being a devout smoker for most of her life, looked much older, wiped down the counters, and thought about what would happen next i...

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“what's left” by C Davis

Submitted to Contest #60

Half of the world’s population is dead. They were killed so that the other half could keep breathing.  I step forward in line. My grey trousers and shirt mirror the outfits of those in front and behind me. We stand weary, heads shaven, waiting.  It feels strange to be awake, it feels unsettling and unnatural. My body is heavy as I move slowly forward in the lengthy line. The forgotten feeling of hunger claws restlessly at my insides. The uneasiness of not being in control seems to plague the long line of humans waiting to be se...

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“solo” by C Davis

Submitted to Contest #59

The train gives a lurch and the people swing their bodies slightly with the movement, preventing themselves from falling over. 7th avenue station, Culver Line. Says the flat, automated voice actor of the subway. The doors slide open, scraping noisily as though complaining that they have not yet been retired. A new cascade of air enters the subway car as new commuters step aboard. The doors close and the train moves on. The subway has always interested me. People stand, sit or lean so close to one another but never give any notice to you. The...

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“CDCP” by C Davis

Submitted to Contest #58

Powerless. For years she had felt it. Felt control glided away from her. Felt weak resisting the blows of the colossal world. Felt exposed and vulnerable. But nothing she had felt before could have prepared her for this. She had committed her life to putting herself in danger to help others. To gain information to save lives.So why, when it mattered most could she do nothing but watch? She had been recruited for the CIA from Georgetown university and had been in training 4 months after graduation. She had been one of the best ...

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“Fortune In Moldova” by C Davis

Submitted to Contest #57

Cameras flash. I smile. My hand is sticky with sweat as I reach for Igor Dodon’s hand, the president of Moldova. As we shake hands, reporters shout, pushing their own camera operator to the front of the crowd. I stand feeling very aware of what I am doing with my arms as a man in a crisp tuxedo marches to the podium holding an award made of glass. The award flashes as it catches the glare of the sun. As I am presented the award the camera’s click more violently. A few minutes later I am amid the crowd, questions firing from every direction, ...

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