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Submitted to Contest #292
“You stand right in front of me although there’s room on the sides. I appreciate it,” said the woman in the black pencil skirt holding the briefcase.“Are you talking to me?” retorted a curly-haired man, moving slightly. “I didn’t know you wanted the scenic view—of the gray metal door.”“Better than your backside,” the woman shot back.“Stay on; stay on,” a white-haired man whispered. But the woman got off on the fourth floor, and the man exited somewhere before the fortieth.Tim George reached his office on the 56th floor and already he co...
Submitted to Contest #291
“Mr. Gibson,” Thelma said, stepping closer. The principal didn’t stir from his slumber. “Mr. Gibson!” Thelma yelled. Then she nervously put the microphone in his lap and walked off the stage. A few students were clapping, but most of the school before her was now snoozing, too. Thelma grabbed her book bag from the front row and walked as fast as she could without running to the bathroom. “Great? Yeah right,” Thelma said to herself. At church, Ms. June had excluded Thelma from the small choir; all her friends had made it. Thelma watche...
Submitted to Contest #290
Dr. Tara Stone looked out her window and winced. Why was she walking her dog here? Where was her car? Couldn’t the woman have called? Dr. Stone’s office closed in five minutes. Mazi Peters’ car broke down, she said. She was Dr. Stone’s last client for the day—and she was 1 hour late. “It’s fine,” Dr. Stone lied, and felt like a growing dog muzzled with professionalism. Dr. Stone, for all her success in school and business, needed training in having mercy. With pets, she was more patient. “I need to board him. I was going to—I just need to bo...
Submitted to Contest #286
Great Aunt Vilna screamed in the living room, and everyone in her large, drafty house froze. Vilna couldn’t find the radio, was all. That’s what she said to the dozens of well-wishers after Grandfather Perry’s funeral who were now staring at her. “It was here this morning,” she said, trying to get her bearings now that the most prized item in the family was gone. She tried to temper her tone to show that the lost item was valuable enough to merit such a scream, but only for sentimentality and nothing more. Calyn, the tomboyish, mischievous g...
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