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Submitted to Contest #137
I had reached my hand into the battered, dried up mustard stetson hat that day. A hat so old and so enshrined in mystique, I wouldn't have been surprised to have found it was the very one Cab Calloway mentioned when he sang Saint James Infirmary. I had been the last one to draw that class period. My scene partner was Margaret. I wondered why she never went by Maggie or Greta or something like that. Som...
"You want a complimentary shake with that ma'am?""Hmm no thanks, dear. I have to keep an empty stomach for the road and well, to be honest what comes after the road. I'm squeamish about the viscera you see. Say how about just a water."The waitress snickered."We haven't had water in this god forsaken place for the last twenty years.""Well how about a nice lemonade?""Alright then that'll be just the one lemonade then.""Thank you, you're an angel, darling!" she said with the piquant dialect of a Holl...
Submitted to Contest #103
The phone was onto its third obstinate chime before she snatched it up in her immaculate black satin trimmed hand. "Ms. Grenadine, there's a man in the lobby wants to have a word with you." "What's his name?" "Mr. Sobriquet." "Hm, don't recall him. Tell him I'll be down in a minute, will you." Her head tilted to the left as it was keen to do when she was in thought. "Of course, Ms. Gren...
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