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Submitted to Contest #82
The young man running down the front steps of the apartment building towards Doug had trouble keeping his bathrobe closed. He was visibly angry and with every exaggerated step of his loafers the garment would fall out of his hands. “Wait! Wait! I’m gonna move it” The chunky black printer on Doug’s belt purred. He ripped the ticket from the teeth of the machine and slid it into a bright envelope that was then stuck underneath the windshield wiper of the Jetta. “It’s too late.” Doug sai...
Submitted to Contest #76
-Did you find the shack ok?-Hard to miss it. You’re the only light on the lake.- How I like it, more fish for me-- the walleyes bite best after dusk. You can go ahead and set your bag on the table next to the stove. Don’t mind the dog, that’s Fillmore, likes to stay by the fire.- Beautiful coat. Beagle? -Coonhound. Got him to keep the woodchucks out of my garden though he mainly just licks his asshole as if he’s fixin’ to mail it.-...-Pull a chair up in front of me between the two holes, there’s some...
Submitted to Contest #72
The metal arm from the airport chair left a red welt under Joel’s knee where his cargo shorts failed to provide cover. It was the dull pain that woke him in time to hear the ending of an announcement. He tucked his feet under his seat and searched his shorts for the loading ticket, after four pockets he found it wrapped in a wrinkled Wendy’s napkin. He compared the gate number on the ticket with the painted numbers above the flat screen monitor on the wall. A4, A4.“Excuse me.” He leaned across the aisle and addressed a young man who had his ...
Submitted to Contest #68
The frigidness of the banks marble floor against Paul’s cheek was softened by short hot breaths, sweet from the waffles that he had eaten earlier. A tiny hand gave his a squeeze. He squeezed back, three times. Boots squeaked, muffled voices clamored over an alarm, an elderly woman by a fake ficus tree started sobbing.“Da?” Caleb whispered, his voice shaking.“Just keep your head down and close your eyes.”“Ok Da.”They turned their heads towards the banks floor, uncomfortably flattening their noses. Paul's t...
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