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Last Call at Finnigan's

Submitted to Contest #300

Herb van Claussen is in the middle of his joyous retirement party.Everybody is having a good time, patting him on the back and congratulating him for being with Berkermans for over four decades. Yes, everyone is having a blast except Herb van Claussen. Time like a tide came too quickly and he feels he is being washed out into the sea. “Hey, Herb, got any plans for your retirement?” Brett Highmyers asks as he delivers a friendly slap between Herb’s shoulder blades. Wincing Herb grimaces answering, “Gardening.” Brett’s expression changes to o...

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Cold Peas for Breakfast

Submitted to Contest #299

Childhood trauma can last a lifetime. For me, my trauma revolved around peas. There is a valid reason why this trauma exists that stretches all the way back to when I was five years old. To this day, I cannot stand to eat peas. The taste of them makes me gag. In some cases when peas are mixed with other food items, I may get away with eating them, but alone, by themselves, I cannot even put them in my mouth. My mother passed away when I was three years old. I remember living in a two-story home. Dad was a certified public accountant (C...

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Fling

Submitted to Contest #298

Agnes went peacefully in her sleep. Her roommate at the Tate Senior Community Center, Rose called the front desk to inform the staff of Agnes’ passing. Even though Rose was not a close friend of Agnes since she had been admitted only three weeks before, the thought of having a deceased person in her room was distressing. “Rose, why don’t you go to breakfast in the cafeteria while we take care of Agnes.” Nurse Wendy suggested as she rested her hand on Rose’s arm.“Alright.” Rose closed her eyes and nodded compliantly. Rose made her way down ...

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Four O'clock Appointment

Submitted to Contest #297

Four O’Clock Appointment I had a four o’clock veterinarian appointment for my aging black Labrador Retriever Jordan. It was a ten-minute drive from our house in Chugiak to Eagle River. It was late summer which meant the Fireweed was going to seed, a clear sign winter was not far behind. There was plenty of room in our van for Jordan to lie on a blanket in the back.“How are you doing, girl?” I asked, but she did not respond, preferring to sleep instead. This would be a very difficult appointment. It was hard to believe she had been with ...

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The Gift of Flight

Submitted to Contest #296

When they found him shivering and huddled in a dark corner of St. Thomas’ Asylum for the Mentally Insane, Roddy McLain was perched in the only windowsill in the room. The window did not have a single shard of glass left in the rusted corroded window frame where he was perched with a loose-fitting beltless robe, staring at wide-eyed as the two policemen. They immediately grabbed him by the arms in case he decided to escape through the glassless window. “God Almighty, Roddy.” Dr. Tammell spoke as the police officers held him in place. Dr. Ta...

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The Second Funeral for Dominic Carlucci

Submitted to Contest #295

“Father forgive me, it’s been fifty some years since my last confession and these are my sins.” I began my absolution after the priest put the purple cloth below his chin and did the sign of the cross with a special oil. I knew that my chance of ascending to Heaven was a hundred to one shot according to any credible bookie I knew. Hey, but it was worth a shot. Father Bagetti sighed since he knew that my list of transgressions would be long and quite time consuming. There was no easy way out as far as he was concerned, and he was correct...

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Black Hole Writer's Block

Submitted to Contest #294

It was a dark and stormy night… Good Grief, here I am quoting Charles Schultz’s Snoopy to start my fifty something novel resurrecting my worn-out protagonist Tanner Blitzen. Even hiding out in the woods of Vermont, where I have written every Tanner Blitzen book that currently rules the Fiction Murder Mystery section of Barnes and Noble.   Next to perhaps Stephen King or Joyce Carol Oates, I am the most published author in the country. You must’ve seen my name plastered on every social media platform. Yes, I am Reynar...

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Driving to the Edge of the Horizon

Submitted to Contest #293

In 1983, I drove from Victorville, California to Marquette, Michigan in the Upper Peninsula. It was the first time I had traveled most of the country by myself. After spending three plus years stationed at George, Air Force Base, I received orders for a permanent change of Station (PCS) to KI Sawyer, AFB, MI. The orders were part of my re-enlistment deal where I got to choose three bases of preference. Since two of my buddies got orders to KI Sawyer, I decided I would go too.   Since I got more money to drive ac...

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Still Life in Black and White

Submitted to Contest #292

Lora Brenner had lived her entire life of twenty-two years without realizing color. It was illegal in Principality 44. Legend has it that artist Klaus von Ritchen had once painted a work entitled “Still Life in Black and White” which displayed the irony since the painting was done in vivid colors. For this act of civil disobedience, he was jailed when Lora's father Lars was just a boy. According to the Newsfeed was still an inmate at Broadsword Prison.   Any use of color was against the law as only black, white ...

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Welcome Back to Dreamland

Submitted to Contest #291

I woke up screaming. Again. My therapist calls them night terrors, but I call them a return trip to Dreamland. Dreamland is an atrocious place where ghastly predatory creatures roam in the deep dark woods. The dreams are so real and horrendous that words cannot grasp the true wickedness that comes while I am sound asleep. I know I am not innocent. There is a damn good reason why I’ve been remanded to Dreamland. Penance is a hard price to pay at times. “Alright Martin, have you had any night terrors this week.” My Therapist Amanda...

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A Kiss Before I Go

Submitted to Contest #290

Simon DeCensus was making some final adjustments on the Circlotron before testing it out. It was risky. If there was a malfunction, there was no surefire way to rescue him, but the thrill of being the first man to travel in a circular time spectrum was all the motivation he needed.   “What do you think, sir?” Abe Gonnull asked as he watched Simon, his boss, run through the checklist. One of the lead technicians of the Circlotron Company, Abe was a crackerjack specialist who had worked with the time travel program sin...

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Élixir d’immortalité

Submitted to Contest #289

Jean-Paul D’Armon’s was a small sliver of a bistro by all accounts when Damon Presque walked in off the busy bustle of Parisian boulevard. Living the life of the stereotypical starving artist, Damon felt claustrophobic in his small flat in Greenwich Village Flat in New York where his perspective saw the American Art movement stuck in a rut. Scrounging up enough for a ticket across the Atlantic, Damon was eager to find his way to the City of Lights. He had heard this is where some of the boldest dynamic art movements were being...

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Panama Rain

Submitted to Contest #288

A light rain falls at my home in Eugene, Oregon, but it’s supposed to rain a lot here. There is a breeze blowing in from the north that’s bringing a chill reminiscent of when I lived in Alaska. As the day turns darker and gloomier, I am reminded of the Panama Rain. Now that was the type of rain that seemed it should have an old man with a boat full of animals. I must warn you; this is a war story I have pulled out of my footlocker as the rain continues to fall.  “We need someone to go down to Det 4 to support the U2.” Master Serge...

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Just a Gentleman Passing Through

Submitted to Contest #287

Françoise Fabliaux was behind the counter at Gustavus Salon de The, when a distinguished-looking gentleman sat himself at one of the tables on the sidewalk. It was too early to open early for customers to be served on the patio and since Francois was the only server on duty, he decided to inform the gentleman that he needed to come inside. “Excuse me, monsieur.” He walked up to where the gentleman was seated. “We do not serve customers until ten o’clock this morning. Come inside and I will serve you.” “Ah, but this morning air is ...

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Suitcase Traveler

Submitted to Contest #286

It is cold when you are riding the rail, but what choice do I have these days. Got my bed roll unpacked in this Hooverville and we sittin’ around the campfire playin’ my harmonica to sad blues tunes and tellin’ stories of our travels. I tell ‘em I am Amos Wright from Greenville, Mississippi, son of a sharecropper who runned away. Now I was tol’ we’s somewhere north of Wichita. “So, Amos where are ya headed.” Balou, a redheaded Cajun, asks me. “Wherever there is work.” I lean back on my night roll. “Gotta be careful. Lot...

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