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Submitted to Contest #183
“Where is Sistra?” Jamieson said. Terrance was sure of the voice, but checked the name display on his cell phone anyway. “Her test came back positive. Why haven’t you been watching her?” “Mr. Jamieson, she sent me away when she finished at the recording studio two days ago.” “Rudy tells me she dropped by Armen’s party tonight. That was nine o’clock. He says she was having everything they were having. Why are you not at her side?” “Mr. Jamieson, I’m not her doctor, and I’m not...
Shortlisted for Contest #183 ⭐️
Harris Prince sat in his car in front of a dilapidated albatross of a house, resenting that he had to wait around to meet his new real estate agent to tell her this is not what he wanted in his retirement. He was startled by a tap on his driver’s window. He stepped out to meet a small elf of a girl in sweat shirt and pants, but she was already ahead of him to the house. “Let me open it up.” She bounded up the worn steps to punch in the code for the lockbox. Harris waited by his car for ...
Submitted to Contest #182
Ingrid leapt into the passenger side of the taxi and said, “Follow that car.” That car’s backend was receding quickly. Ingrid knew it would be out of reach soon. “Come on, follow it.” She ordered. She pulled all the money she had in her little purse and slapped it on the dash. But the taxi would not move. “He’s getting away. Will you please follow him?” Ingrid looked to her side but there was no driver in the taxi. The car ahead was almost three blocks away. Where was the driver? She checked the ...
As long as Arnet could remember he wanted to disappear. He saw a magician at the church make a rabbit disappear and he knew if he could do that then his family would never find him. In nineteen-sixty-eight, at nine years old, Arnet had learned he was an oversight to his parents and a burden to his siblings. “Why do I have to look after Arnie?” “Hurry, let’s go before Arnie wants to come.” “Mom, why can’t he play on his own?” Arnet also learned he was incredibly stupid and knew no...
The house’s home alarm system went off. Outdoor lights flashed on, even though it was the middle of the day. Ernie punched down on the van’s steering wheel in frustration. How far had the kid gotten into the house? Was he going to come out the front door, or back out through the basement window? Ernie wanted to go to house and call the kid out, but he knew better. He even thought of holding the passenger door open for the kid, but figured the neighbors might already be looking. He wasn’t directly in front of the ...
The first rock landed near Margaret’s ankle. She looked about wondering and then returned to digging out leaves from the flower boxes on the back of her house. The next rock landed a little further behind her. She looked again. The third rock hit the porch door beside her and she held up her garden claw tool to protect herself. Margaret raised herself up, with effort. She could not tell if something moved in the overgrown field beyond her fenced backyard. A rock hit the porch roof and rolled down beside her. She couldn’t se...
Submitted to Contest #181
I left school cutting through the fence at the back of the playground that had been torn open to the field. Mrs. Bottrell had kept me after my Grade Four class for some offense I could not remember. She was big, thick, and old, and she was my favourite teacher. Dad would not be happy. It was his way. Sometimes hugs, sometime angry, always a smell of alcohol and aftershave. The field was coming onto Barton Street. It was getting dark quickly. It was only a quarter to four. No, it was after six ...
Earl poured himself a coffee, grabbing some milk from the propane fridge to top it up. He sat on the bench of his pine table looking about for signs of the flying squirrel. It had kept him up half the night skittering about, trying to scratch its way into the garbage pail. Earl was sure it was a ‘flying’ squirrel because it had launched itself into his face one night when he tried to beat it to death with the cookstove poker. He had cornered it by the bookshelves and it ran up and ...
Submitted to Contest #180
PLAYING ALONE She was half my age wrapped in a gold dress. She sat beside me, buying into the game with five hundred dollars. My blackjack table had nine empty stools and she picked the one that put her thigh against mine. I tapped for another card and busted out. She patted my back in sympathy. She waved off the dealer ignoring the game. “You’re in here a lot.” She said, touching my ring hand. I anted with my free hand. “I got nowhere else to be.” I was dealt a king, the dealer had a ...
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