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Submitted to Contest #192
Understudy | Shoreditch Quail egg yolk smoked in hay Fried Jerusalem artichokes, fermented wild spinach Twice-cooked eggplant, Georgian walnut sauce, pomegranate. Char-grilled octopus, blistered shishito peppers, parsley oil Agrodolce rabbit on sourdough toasts, honeyed pine nuts Cherries in rose petals, black currant dressing Bombe glacée miniature – chestnut ice cream, preserved blackberries, semi-sweet chocolate Winter citrus tart February “Understudy?” Heather read the sign, the word more a question than simple repetition. F...
Shortlisted for Contest #191 ⭐️
Love was stored inside an egg. Charlie remembered his father saying that. Not once or twice, but many times in multiple ways, and always with a bright smile. Charlie liked remembering his father smiling. If someone cooks you an egg, they love you. Simple as that. That was the core of his father’s argument. That eggs could embody all love the way Paul described it to the Corinthians – patient and kind, giving away all it had without arrogance or resentment. Eggs were resourceful, unobtrusive, a tiny mass of potential. If there were eggs...
Submitted to Contest #117
“This is kind of ballsy,” Davis McKenna said with an unkind smile. Eve frowned, arms crossed over her blouse. She’d always hated. “I prefer unorthodox.” “Uh huh,” Davis sniffed. His eyes drifted to the next chair over, where Henry sat still save for an anxious bouncing leg. “And you’re sure about this?” “You’ve heard Eve’s answer,” Henry said in a clipped tone. “So are you going to let us get a move on or are you gonna stand in our way for another quarter hour?” “Just for that, I should say no.” “Then say no, Davis. Quit wasting ti...
Submitted to Contest #97
London, 1886 Under his palm, the table was smooth as glass. And then it wasn’t. Thomas disliked the beginning of trances. As a child the weightless, cold sensation had scared him, convinced him that if he stepped too far off the path, he would not be able to find his way back to the surface. Nearly twenty years on, Thomas was used to the mechanisms of his trances, the tendrils of his magic latching onto things unseen and unknown, just beyond the veil. He had sat for months with his mentors learning how to control it, balance it. How to...
Submitted to Contest #96
The two men seemed safe. No one was harmless, not entirely. Henry knew better than that, but Caleb and Angel were normal? Caleb wasn’t the first person to ask him if he was alright, if he needed help or food or a drink, maybe a bed. He was getting better at deciding who could help him and who couldn’t. Who was safe, who could be trusted for a little while, and who looked like they would expect something from him in return. Those people who looked straight through him. Caleb didn’t seem to expect anything from him. He didn’t ask a lot of q...
Submitted to Contest #51
“It’s suspicious as hell, Fee. Don’t tell me you don’t think it’s suspicious.” “I do, okay? I do, but the only way we’re going to get to the bottom of it is to talk to the kid. He seems eager to please.” “Uh huh. And did’ya stop to think about why that is, exactly?” “What are you trying to say, Harry?” Felix sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in the dark. They’d been circling around it for hours, through dinner and a little more getting to know you chit-chat. Felix had been left to get Henry settled in the guest bedroom a...
Submitted to Contest #50
“June bride always a bride,” Felix says cheerfully, holding up the umbrella a little higher, as Harry asked. He watched the young woman he was shading from sun glare adjust the flower girls, her bouquet, her new husband’s boutonnière, as Harry walked backwards into place. Harry laughs lightly, raising his camera again. “On the hottest day of the year no less. At least the flowers are still pretty fresh today, and nobody’s wilting yet.” “At least the little ones are well behaved,” Felix adds, “I would have run off by now if I were them. Had...
Submitted to Contest #9
The Cleaver sisters had acquired more nicknames in their short years than a small city. The Ghouls, the Crazy Cleavers, “those three”, the Weird Sisters. (That was their personal favorite, the Weird Sisters. It was poetic and subtle in the way Miranda and Katy appreciated, but dramatic enough to satisfy Emma.) When your family bounced from Air Force base to Air Force base, state to state to state, you became stran...
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