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Submitted to Contest #268
CW: This story contains themes of discrimination and racism, including the use of racial slurs and derogatory language reflective of the period in which the story takes place.Truce“Hello. Ronnie Burns, please.”The awkward silence on the other end of the line spoke to the misgivings Henry felt as he dialed the lone “Burns, R.” in the Cleveland White Pages directory. He pictured the gruff-voiced man who answered his call with a snorted “Yo,” holding the receiver at arm’s length, wary of the unidentified white guy’s voice.“My name is...
Submitted to Contest #109
Word Count: 2,984 In Memory of Hanna It had been three months since the surprise party. Jakub was stunned when Hanna walked him into the room filled with dozens of friends wearing party hats and broad smiles. A pianist and a bona fide chanteuse with a Marlene Dietrich accent led the singing of Happy Birthday. A pair of waitresses served fancy appetizers and flutes of champagne. Hanging across the back wall behind the makeshift bar a banner read HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAKE EDELMAN – 73 YEARS YOUNG. Surrounded b...
Submitted to Contest #9
Sonny and SisIt had been a while since Harry had seen his sister. He was looking forward to being with her again. Big Brother and Kid Sister, Harry and Jan Landers were always close. They were confidants, best friends, always there for each other when a comforting shoulder was needed to ease the tears. Dubbed “Sonny” and “Sis” by affectionate (if somewhat ineffective) parents, they carried their nursery school nicknames into the classrooms of academia, the conference rooms of Madison Avenue and the hierarchy of their own ...
Submitted to Contest #2
That’s him! I’m absolutely certain of it, that’s him. Kenny Booth was not one to create drama. He avoided scenes and seldom made them. When he first spied the gangling, seventy-something man standing among the men assembled in the reception room he remained impassive, his double-take imperceptible. The Groucho Marx swivel was not in his repertoire or his personality. He simply blinked, his brain recording the re-scan of a high-tech facial recognition program, pixels and hues compared to archived files from a seldom a...
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