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Submitted to Contest #102
“Please, I’m asking for your patience.” This from a frazzled techie with a day’s worth of stubble on his face who’s all but literally wringing his hands. He’s standing a couple of feet above us and behind a railing, looking down on a small group of worthies in an angry knot on the shed floor. “Please,” he says again, “go back to your homes and wait patiently. We don’t know when it will be fixed.” “I absolutely will not wait patiently,” says Mitch Gunderson, our local Soltech executive and the orneriest civilian on this rock. “I have a ...
Submitted to Contest #101
John Green, semi-retired owner and part-time proprietor of Green’s Convenience settled back in his chair and tried not to let the reporter understand just how much he was enjoying himself. “That’s a great question,” he said, failing completely. “We’ve been here since the beginning, my daddy before me, and truth to tell John Jr. mostly runs the place now, but I’ve been sitting here the best part of my life. I seen everything.” He nodded towards the picture window of Green’s Convenience. The store was on a slight rise across the street from ...
Submitted to Contest #100
The Airfield at Frankfort am Main is new. I can practically smell the fresh paint. White. Is the color of the paint. It’s a spacious, many windowed, high ceiling-ed, building, which makes me think of freedom. My flight hasn’t been called yet. I’m reading a newspaper, sitting in a lounge on the second floor, in front of an enormous window looking out on the field. I can see great heaps of baggage, trunks, suitcases, bags. The heaps are very neatly arranged. God forbid someone should complain about the mistreatment of their luggage, or find ...
Submitted to Contest #97
“Alexa, call Andy.”*ringing*“This is the voicemail of Andy Green. I’m sorry, Rachel, I don’t know what I’m forgetting, please tell me. Love you. If this is anybody else, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”*clears throat* “Hey Andy, it’s me again. It’s about to be lights out here. It’s probably not even dark yet where you are, but they’ve got everything connected to the Alexa robot here, so the lights go out at ten for everybody.“On the plus side I can talk to you without holding a phone, so I guess this is the future we were ...
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