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Submitted to Contest #224
“I can't sleep,” the frail old woman whispered to the figure on the hospital bed. When she got no response, the woman stood up as tall as she could with her hands still on the walker in front of her as if gathering strength or pride or both. “Excuse me, mister. I said I can't sleep because you're in my bed. You're in my room. This is my room,” she tried again in a louder, more forceful voice that caused Mr. Putnam’s eyes to jolt open immediately. Joe Putnam was instantly alert, yet calm, in the way that only those accustomed to life and deat...
Submitted to Contest #221
Matt was accustomed to acting as an insulator to stop his girlfriend before her flow of electric current caused major damage. As soon as Matt got out of his Nissan Sentra, Lily bounced over, grabbed his arm and told him to close his eyes. His touch did not have the usual grounding effect, and Lily was acting like his border collie, Drogo, when Matt returned home from anywhere. Her giddiness gave Matt a stir of excitement tinged with fear. His mind touched on the skydiving incident, then yanked back as if the memory were scalding. Lily ...
Submitted to Contest #219
Joey Giordano lacked intelligence but not bravado, so on his third day in, he couldn’t help himself and asked the inmate in the next cell, “Hey, man, is it all true? Didya really do it?” A few moments of silence passed before the man on the other side of the wall responded slowly in a quiet, yet deep voice. “I’ll tell you, if you really want to know. I’m catching the chain, anyway. Yeah, I’m on my way out of here, did you know that?” Joey nodded then shook his buzz-cut head even though the two couldn’t see each other. Yes, he wanted to kn...
Submitted to Contest #218
Ten-year-old Martin loved sliding down the hardwood floors of the hallway in his wool socks for two reasons. One was the satisfying feel of smoothness beneath his feet. No, it was more than smoothness- texturelessness. The second reason was the absence of sound the action made. The silence of the slide was not only music to his ears, but also helpful in keeping his late-night pilgrimages to other rooms in his house a secret from Mom and Dad. Earlier that evening, Martin had tried to keep the sock-slide sensation in the front of ...
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