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Submitted to Contest #222
âCross my palm with silver, young man and I shall tell you what I see in your future!â Gerald scratched his head and stared into the blue face. Was this a face he could trust? Should he beâas Brother Martin cautioned when he gave him the day offâcautious? âHow do I know what you say is true?â The man straightened huffily and his blue skin seemed to glow. âYou question the Blue Haruspex?â âWell . . . I . . .â âIf I may interject.â Frederick, Geraldâs friend, whispered loudly into Geraldâs ear, âYou are right to questio...
I thought older guys were amazing. I found out they werenât. It changed nothing. Maybe I should start at the beginning⊠The summer of 1970âthe year I turned 15âwas likely the mostâŠermâŠmemorable in my life. I just wish it could have been for the right reasons. Sigh. At least I learned a lot⊠My first lesson came in a delivery van. The one with âRed and White groceryâ emblazoned on the side. Oh, it wasnât because I had a thing for vans. Or food, for that matter, although both are rather necessary, I admit. Nope. It was the driver of this parti...
Submitted to Contest #211
The town of Newsome, Saskatchewan has a secret.Has had for a very long time. Forty years or so.UmmâŠI guess it isnât much of a secret if everyone knows.And they do. Everyone living in the town that is.Maybe I should get to the pointâŠPeople in our town have been disappearing. Not in huge numbers. And not all at once. But here and there.One.Then, a few months later, another.And all out of our town jail.I am not making this up. Several of the people thrown in said jail for crimes ranging from misdemeanors to the more serious violent attacks, hav...
Submitted to Contest #209
Traffic has slowed to a crawl. Not a usual thing for a small, semi-hard-topped, two-lane, secondary road twisting through the foothills of Southern Alberta. The Stringams join the end of an already long line of cars. Dad peers ahead through the windshield. âHuh. Weird.â âWhat on earth could be causing this?â Mom spits on a Kleenex and starts to scrub the face of her youngest son, Blair, perched on the seat between them. âCareful with that chocolate bar, son, youâre getting it on your father.â âCanât see, yet. But the line will be strai...
Submitted to Contest #124
âCross my palm with silver, young man and I shall tell you what I see in your future!â Gerald scratched his head and stared into the blue face. Was this a face he could trust? Should he beâas Brother Martin cautioned when he gave him the day offâcautious? âHow do I know what you say is true?â The man straightened huffily and his blue skin seemed to glow. âYou question the Blue Haruspex?â âWell . . . I . . .â âIf I may interject.â Geraldâs friend, Frederick whispered loudly into Geraldâs ear, âYou are right to question. I see not any entr...
I had known him two months. A lifetime in single-adulthood. We had hung around in the same groupâgoing to movies. Dances. Parties. Performing in skits. Attending church services. Even singing in the same choir. We had enjoyed lots of visiting and laughter. He seemed to like me and I definitely liked him. The time had come. âSooooâŠwhat are you doing Friday night?â And just FYI, this was me asking⊠âNothing. Oh, wait, Iâm driving the volleyball team to their game.â âCan I come along?â And, just like that, we had a date. Okay a âdateâ, but that...
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