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Submitted to Contest #318
Sleep was something Juan Tomas Jr. hadn’t enjoyed in years. Something he would now fall into as a last resort, after pills and alcohol and hours scrolling the internet hypnotized his brain into believing it could rest. But the moment his body fell back, and his eyes closed, his past would flood in to haunt him. Juan once did enjoy sleep, so much that he often overslept, then skipping breakfast, would bound up from his basement apartment to catch a ride before his father’s truck left for the jobsite without him. That was more than ten years a...
Submitted to Contest #315
April, 2020 We met in April of 2020, while housebound during Covid. My son, Kurt, 34, had been two months out of prison. “It’s so nice to meet you both.” you said, smiling warmly at me and my husband from Florida, zoomed into our home in New York. From your clear, smooth skin, slim shape, simple blouse, I surmised you were around 40, down-to-earth. From your slight accent I thought possibly Polish or Czech. From the recommendation I’d received for your addiction coaching services, I assumed you were expert in your field. It was your sincere ...
It was hot that day, with the kind of heat that can make people do crazy things, things that on an ordinary day they likely wouldn’t do, things that could change their lives. With the kind of heat where the air feels more solid than air, full and heavy, like a velvet curtain or a cotton sheet on a clothesline left out in the rain. Saturated, weighted with wetness. Not the kind of desert heat that scorches skin and sand, but the kind of hotness that punches, knocks the wind out, drags you down, so you don’t feel like moving, so even breathing...
Submitted to Contest #314
Max lies near the feet of Mary and Doug Upright in the early morning sun, drool hanging from his brown jowls like snot from a kid’s nose. Mmmmm. Max sniffs. Crispy bacon, egg, melted cheese, tangy ketchup, my favorite. “Did you see the weather forecast? The temperature is supposed to reach 105 this weekend! Maybe global warming really is happening,” Mary says to Doug, as they drink coffee and eat bagel sandwiches under the patio umbrella at their summer house. “I don’t know about global warming. It’s something liberals made up to account for...
Submitted to Contest #312
Progress, Not Perfection “So how have you been spending your time, now that you’re retired?” Dan asked Laurie across the restaurant table. Laurie and her husband, Frank, were dining out with their neighbors, Dan and Joann. Despite the twenty-five-year age gap between the two couples, they had become friends since Dan and Joann moved next door two years ago, and they now had at least that in common. “Well, I’ve been writing,” Laurie said. “Hey, that’s great! What are you writing?” “I wrote a memoir, about my experience with my father’s addic...
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