Jean Lagacé

“Eternity” by Jean Lagacé

Submitted to Contest #132

"Are you there God? It's me." When I awoke, there was someone on the bed. I hadn’t slept too well and I mostly sensed the intruder’s presence by the pressure he applied on the box spring than by seeing who he was. Then my eyes adjusted to the semi darkness and I realized that it was God who had come to visit me. This put me in a kind a stupor. Why was God so near that I could touch his clothing? Well, more like drapery than sensible clothes. He had plenty of beard and hair, both white. Still, he looked younger than me, all dressed up in one ...

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“A matinee at the opera” by Jean Lagacé

Once, when they were still quite young, she had bought on an impulse, tickets for the Magic Flute. They were in Atlanta. Patrick and Tammy were with their grandparents for the weekend. She and Peter had been invited to her cousin’s Saturday marriage celebration. The trip back needed them to be at the airport at six p.m. Sunday. As for the Flute, it was a matinee with a one o’clock starting time. It would all be finished in time for them to make it to the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International. Sophie’s wedding had been nothing if not an e...

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“FAITH” by Jean Lagacé

Submitted to Contest #32

He wasn’t much of anything, this Manuel Garcia. As a fourteen-year-old teenager, he was still quite small but that could change. One never knows for sure with teenagers and their power to transform themselves from one year to the next. Girls, he didn’t care for yet. At least that was what his mother thought. She was mistaken since Manuel liked a girl from his school but found himself too shy to say so and too proud to admit it. The girl lived in their neighborhood. Her name was Irma. Both she and Manuel had played together since the San...

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“Dance through the blizzard” by Jean Lagacé

Submitted to Contest #23

Write a short story about people stuck in traffic during a blizzard. There's nothing much to do but wait, and talk...I was in college, in the room I shared with my friend Claude B. His parents lived in St-Félicien, quite far away from Montreal where he was pursuing studies in order to get his BAC. As for me, the extern, I had a desk in his little domain where from 3 :45 to 5 :40 p.m. I was supposed to use the place to study and write the homework  professors in all disciplines throwned at us. Claude was on his bed, reading som...

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“Eternity” by Jean Lagacé

Submitted to Contest #22

Write a short story in which the last line is the countdown to midnight on New Year's Eve.I retired to bed early. Christmas is a bad time for me. To much food and booze. When I awoke, there was someone, not my wife, sitting on the bed. It was the middle of the night. I hadn’t slept too well and I more sensed the intruder’s presence by the pressure he applied on the box spring than by seeing who it was. Then my eyes adjusted to the semi obscurity in the room and I realized that it was God that had come to visit. This put me in a kind a stupor...

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“ONE LAST GAME” by Jean Lagacé

Submitted to Contest #21

You are a bartender working a night shift when a group of people come in on a holiday pub crawl.   It has been a slow night. Mondays are usually that way. Everybody goes back to work, the weekend’s abuses fast forgotten. Even the few customers left, my regulars as I call them, are not much of anything, sipping a beer while doing crosswords, playing chess or drowsing. Like Charlie in front of me who has not touched his drink for the last fifteen minutes and decided to take a nap after telling me of his recent troubles with the wife. God ...

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