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VentHow are you feeling today, Mr. Gimble?Better.Can I get you a can of pop or a coffee?A cup of coffee would be nice.Do you take anything in it? Cream, sugar?Just black, please.Here you go.Thanks.Can you tell me about last night? Start from when you first got home.Well, my girlfriend and I had been at a wedding. She started nagging me about when that was gonna be us up there on the altar and we fought about it in the car.About getting married?Yes. I told her I wanted to wait until I graduate, but she thinks I just don't want to marry her, w...
Submitted to Contest #225
The Beatles. Fleetwood Mac. Duran Duran. The Beatles again. Queen. The Cranberries. Chicago. The Beatles.I already own every Beatles album.I finish sifting through yet another box of vinyls and stand up to wipe the dust off of my knees. I love coming to the antique mall, but it’s so large and it’s sometimes hard to find the hidden gems. I’ve been collecting vinyls for years, it’s a hobby of mine. Cleaning the kitchen becomes a less mundane task when the turntable in the living room transports you like a time machine to any concert by any ban...
Submitted to Contest #219
The old swivel chair creeks underneath Lewis as he leans back and fiddles with a Rubix cube. I have my eyes fixed on the screens. He leans forward and places the colorful cube in front of me, one side done.“Do you have any clue what today signifies, my friend?”“Uhm. No.”“They never told you about the guy you replaced?”“Nope. What guy?” I only just began working here a couple of weeks ago.“There used to be another security guard on the night watch, just like us. Used to sit right here in these chairs and lean back and watch the monitors. He u...
Submitted to Contest #209
The sun reflects on the windshield, causing temporary blindness and illuminating the filth that has accumulated since I last went through the car wash. I squint like I need a rather thick pair of glasses and pull down the sun visor. The road begins to repaint itself in front of my eyes.We are on a long stretch of highway, single lane, that is completely surrounded by trees on either side. Other than the occasional gap between them that's filled with nothing but tall grass. The road is mostly shaded, but open spaces between the trees and bran...
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