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Submitted to Contest #267
There are references to potential abuse, physical and sexual I retired early, got bored, so I went into private investigating. I got bored with that too. I never got the chance to sink my teeth into any crimes, or at least nothing that concerns the law. I was paid to document moral crimes for the sake of retribution and civil suits. But after a friend called and teased me about Marilyn of Sister Margeret’s School for Girls, I remembered, how the nuns treated her was a crime. The rest of that memory,...
Submitted to Contest #266
I’m not superstitious, but I’m smart enough to connect the dots and see a pattern. I don’t know if I’d call it magic, but there’s something in Auntie Au’s sleeping porch. A power for both good and evil. And I got a hold of it. The tricky part - how do you know if there is a good and evil? Although it’s not a trick question, I want to ask some bar fly who’s hoisting beers next to me: “do you know how hard it is to take money from a guy who is living in your old house with your old ...
Submitted to Contest #137
Repercussions The lights flicker when he enters, and go dark when he closes the door. Hearing his shoes shuffle in the cement hallway, she rises from the couch, then at the threshold, feeling for ea...
Submitted to Contest #128
Pokhara in Love “You don’t have to do this,” Cathy said across three locals coming the other way as she dodged around them and a large pothole in the path between the dirty clay-brick buildings. It had rained hard earlier in the night, so the potholes in the cobbles were filled with murky water, and the smell of sewage was seeping up from below. The potholes, like the city, hid things, and if you were patient, reminded you of the benefits of ignorance. Cathy ran ahead and stood ...
Submitted to Contest #120
Fit to Print “Who was on the phone?” Beth asked as Bob. “It was Paul. Sara is leaving him. She connected with an old flame from high school. This guy found her on FaceBook, and just that, like she’s leaving him. She said he’s focusing on her and living life. She said Paul’s taken her for granted too long.” “That’s too bad. I always liked those two, particularly Sara,” Beth said. “You’re not on FaceBook a lot, are you?” Bob said, an...
Submitted to Contest #119
“Listen, can’t you hear them?” Dan heard a woman’s voice coming from the production room. He waited for a response, as if waiting for the crash after something fell. When the crash didn’t come, he went back to work. His boss got the order on Thursday a week before Thanksgiving, and somehow they managed to get the materials printed and delivered on Monday, and the temp agency came through with two workers for the three day week before Thanksgiving. It was a risk, but it was go temp, or go home. Most ...
Submitted to Contest #100
Another Hand After they both ordered salads, John crossed his arms, tucked his hands behind his biceps, and leaned back. He wanted to hear Bob talk his way out of this. Dawn, his wife, was worse. John was hurt by Dawn, and tired of Bob preaching patience. Results are what he wanted. He didn’t like being vindictive, but he was ready to remove Dawn or send her to Memory Care. John was paying the money, so he didn’t mind seeing Bob squirm. “You had some concerns whe...
Submitted to Contest #97
At the Window She didn’t want to check on Terry during the night, but he was odd again last night. Her husband, Bob, told her she was spoiling the boy by allowing him to fall asleep in her arms. It was three nights in a row that she held her son while he fell asleep. Bob had convinced her to leave the boy to him tonight. It could be a tough night, Bob said, and tomorrow as well, but he had to learn how to sleep through the night. “A boy needs loving parents,” Bob said, “bu...
Submitted to Contest #93
Sleep Over “Bye Sam, bye Julie,” Bill said. “Thanks Bill,” Julie said, “great party.” Bill waved, closed the door and slouched down on the couch. It was a rare night when people were chatty and a bit reckless - ready to have fun. He loved speaking with Sam about his life in Australia, and loved the story about how Sam met Julie in a bar in Brisbane. It’s small world. He was happy that Renate had come. She had such a cool look with her retro dre...
Submitted to Contest #92
It’s More Than Dark “Hey Hon, is the power out where you are?” John asked into his cell. “Odd question. The lights are on in the office, but I’m looking outside, and yeah, the street lights are out.” Sally said. “What’s going on?” “The streets are dark here too. Our back-up generators have kicked on.” John looked out the window. He could see two forms of darkness - the blackness of the lake far in the distance, a shade lighter because of the moon, and the thick blackness of the land beyond the reach of the ...
Submitted to Contest #91
The Book of Joe Like most of the others, I go to the library to warm up. It’s an obvious sign that winter is coming. It’s not in your face, like snow, or frostbite, but if you go to library in the winter just before it opens, it’s usually the “temporarily experiencing homelessness” crowd that is milling about waiting for the doors to open. But for some of us the library is more than a warm, cushy seat. One of the things I like about the library is that you can pretend to be norma...
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