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Submitted to Contest #301
Brad “Beaker” LaRou yanked his face away from the bong and coughed smoke into the room. He squinted bloodshot eyes down at the phone on his coffee table, glass top reflecting his mop of hair and thin head. Nicknamed for his resemblance to the iconic muppet. It chittered along, flashing LISA. He swiped to answer. “Hey babe-” “BEAKER!” The volume was maxed so her shriek tore throught he room. He jerked, dropping the bong and spilling the water over the carpet. Knowing he’d have to scrub the shit out of it or she’d tear his head off, he shrug...
Submitted to Contest #299
There is a great deal I don’t know about the world. About people. Even about myself. That got worse as time passed. I have become forgetful. It happens to a lot of people. It started small; misplaced objects, the day of the week, alarms that I didn’t remember setting. Then missed deadlines. Where I parked my car. Placed my wallet. If I locked the closet. Four times to make sure. Even numbers for even locks: start locked, end locked. Four was a good number. Not too many. Not too few. Silly things. Easy to write off, pretend it was nothing. ...
Submitted to Contest #298
I sat on the floor and stared at you lying on the bed. My back ached from leaning against the wall, arms tingling from resting on my legs. But I don’t want to move. I don’t want to leave. I can’t leave you again. Through your frozen smile you say “You have to leave eventually.” My stiff neck creaks as it lifts the boulder of my head. The skin of my cheeks is tight, crinkling from evaporated tears. There were none left to shed. “I don’t want to.” “It’s not about want.” You lay on your back, head turned to look at me. The slight smile that se...
Submitted to Contest #296
To Preserve and Persevere In the sarcaphagal concrete clock room of the tallest building in the city, Detective Christine Ngyuen, wrists and ankles bound by wire that bit into her flesh, stared at the hooded figure. Computers stacked in a corner hummed and buzzed, three monitors showing data in pale blue text. High wall lights cast pale light over the room. A single painting occupied the opposite wall: Saturn devouring his child. “Why are you doing this?” No answer. Ngyuen struggled against the binds. The more she strained, the deeper it b...
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