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Submitted to Contest #302
TW: mention of dementiaThe unincorporated town of Pray, Montana, lies within the Paradise Valley against the backdrop of the Absaroka-Beartooth Wilderness. The town itself is a small collection of weathered buildings along Highway 89 that look like an old Western movie set where John Wayne might have downed a pint of lager as crisp as the mountain air. These days, the ranchers are dwindling, Airbnbs have taken over the adjacent towns of Gardiner and Livingston, and you're more likely to meet tourists and transient summer employees as opposed...
Submitted to Contest #301
Myra boss-walked through Farina's Sports Bar and Grill, partially because she was late meeting her sister but mostly because the numerous televisions were causing her to feel overstimulated and she was concealing this with authoritative and deliberate motions. She stopped as she neared the bar, realizing she had forgotten to look for Rozzie. Several men turned from their barstools to see who was walking behind their backs. She was caught off guard by their astute situational awareness, felt uncomfortably conspicuous, and began to scan the ro...
Submitted to Contest #299
I'm eavesdropping in a bar again. This woman has an uptight sister, Barb, and old Barb's coming to visit. Barb won't stay at Peggy's. She insists on staying at The Old Creek Lodge, even though Peggy's place is "cute," it's "iconic". I suspect Peggy's place is a shithole but it's free. It probably looks like my apartment. Valerie sent the text message.“Keep it open or close it?” The bartender placed a napkin down and set a pint of amber ale on top of it.“Close it, please.” Valerie handed the bartender a debit card and simultaneously drank one...
Duncan lay motionless with his legs on the bed and his arms stretched out over the nightstand. The late afternoon sun pierced through the vinyl mini-blinds warming his back. Lynette gasped when she saw him and ran to his side. Nicole was on Lynette's heels anxiously awaiting the moment she could take pleasure in Lynette's distress. Lynette untangled Duncan's strings and rods with the care one would afford any small living creature and not merely a marionette puppet.“Oh, are you going to cry over your stupid little creepy doll?” Nicole mocked...
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