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Submitted to Contest #7
Greta watched the world go by. And yet there it remained. In her ninety years, she couldn’t understand how the human race continued to exist. Everyone lived through chance encounters, like molecules of air bouncing off each other. Yet somehow, things got built. Babies were born. Civilizations rose and fell and were replaced by newer, better, shinier civilizations. How did all this happen?Greta spent most of her life alone. Even when married, she had felt alone. Was that her fault? Or is that just how things are? The demands made upon her out...
Submitted to Contest #6
“Welcome to paradise, Sam! Want a beer?”Samantha stood over Greg who sipped his beer by the campfire. “What are you doing?”“Camping.” He grinned up at her. The afternoon sun gave her a halo. “You didn’t say anything about camping.”“Surprise!”“I don’t like camping.”“You used to camp with your family all the time.”“’Used to…’ Do you understand past tense?”Greg poked the fire.Samantha caught his attention. “I didn’t pack for camping. I don’t like sleeping in the dirt. I don’t like bugs. I like my privacy. I like a hot shower...”“I get it. I tho...
Submitted to Contest #5
“Our numbers are in the toilet! What do I need to do? Set you on fire?”Jimmy glowered at his assistants. They cringed inside. He needed a break. The day to day grind was getting to him. And then to see their numbers circling the drain depressed him. Jimmy hated working in collections. He couldn’t wait to get to Del Mar.He continued, “We’re in a rut, guys. What can we do to get things moving? Leon!”Leon flinched. “I don’t know boss. How about burning their cars?”Jimmy did a face palm. “Arson is old hat, people...” Leon kept going. “But you sa...
Submitted to Contest #4
“Look at that!”The surf line shone brilliant white against the distant blue. But Margaret pointed elsewhere. She tugged at Charles’ sleeve. “No, look, Charlie.”Charles shifted his gaze beyond his wife’s gnarly index finger and saw the sign, ‘Beside the Sea Cafe’.“That’s it. That’s where we’re going.”The door jingled as they entered the small, clean dining room lit by shimmering sand reflecting through the picture window. Old nets draped around the perimeter of the ceiling. They’d been catching dust for years. Radio music from back in the kit...
Submitted to Contest #3
Aaron was beautiful. Women would exclaim it and then cover their mouths in embarrassment. Even some guys would tell him. They all would soon discover, this was not the best way to start a conversation with Aaron. Mesmerized by his beautiful face, women would forget to listen to him. They could not keep their side of a conversation for the distraction.He hated it. Aaron had heard the words: ‘penetrating blue eyes,’ ‘riveting,’ ‘stunning,’ ‘chiseled features’ and more, far too often. Introduce yourself with one of these clichés and he would tu...
Dan read his daughter a bedtime story while sitting on her bed. But Phoebe kept on fidgeting. He closed the book, marking his place with a finger.“What’s wrong, kiddo? Don’t you like ‘Hansel and Gretel’?”“It’s kind of boring, Daddy.”“What do you mean? I always read from ‘The Little People’s Book of Fairy Tales’.”“Is that the same one, when Little Red Riding Hood makes friends with the wolf?”“Wolves are an endangered species, honey.”“But so was Little Red…”Dan cleared his throat. “What’s wrong with Hansel and Gretel?”“Pro’bly the ending. But ...
Submitted to Contest #2
Blue SkiesMartha’s boss, Walter, caught her eye as she pulled her pay envelope from her box. “Let’s talk,” he said. He turned and stepped into his office. Martha didn’t want to miss her bus. When that happened, her whole schedule got thrown off. Ordinarily, getting called into a meeting at day’s end on a Friday would be cause for anxiety. Those meetings were always bad news.Being one of the newspaper’s best ad sales people, Martha wasn’t worried. They needed her.Walter indicated the chair when she entered. There goes the bus, thought M...
Submitted to Contest #1
If I’m Still HereShirley peeked into her mother’s room to see her sitting on the bedside.“Good morning, Ma! How are you?”Hazel said, “Still here. Feeling pretty good.” She blew her nose into a handkerchief.“Do you want anything special for dinner, on your birthday?”“Oh, honey, I don’t think that far ahead. Let’s keep it simple.” She sounded hoarse.“But you’re turning a hundred Monday. Three days away. Don’t you want to celebrate?”“If I’m able to sit upright and smile, I will celebrate. I gave up counting anniversaries long ago. You know that...
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