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Submitted to Contest #85
That’s the thing about this city—there are enough places to eat that you’ll never be able to get through them. Never. And trust me, I’ve tried. There’s this great breakfast spot, corner of Lovejoy and 17th, killer burritos. I mean, the kind that make you want to bend a knee to the old gods and the new. When I first put that piping hot tortilla, stuffed with homestyle hashbrowns, salsa verde, black beans made by a woman who has made them since utero, I moaned so loudly the table next to me gave me a side-eye. But I didn’t care. I...
Submitted to Contest #60
Ramona unwraps a piece of gum and places it on her tongue. Her fingers leave brown ovals on the inner liner of the wrapper which she notices for a second before discarding it back in her pocket. Ray lays on the rock across from her, panting like a tired old dog. In five minutes they’ll have to get back in the golf cart and pick up feces from the bison, then the bears. But for now, they enjoy the vanilla scent of ponderosa, the quiet of a sparse forest interrupted only by the caw of a wren. “Too hot,” Ray says. “Too dry,” Ramona answers. Th...
Submitted to Contest #54
Miranda sat alone on the couch and flipped through the channels. It was ten o’clock on a Tuesday morning. She had already shut the blinds and reheated her coffee twice in the microwave. She needed to clean the microwave, she remembered, then forgot. Months ago, Miranda would have berated anyone who watched true-life dramas in the middle of the day and especially in the middle of the week. How can they live with themselves? She asked her coworkers who stirred their coffees with plastic spoons. Their shrugs made them seem disinterested, but t...
Submitted to Contest #35
It’s been raining since Thursday. The weatherman says it’s good, says we need it, says the crops will grow better. I don’t know much crops, even though I was born and raised in a town surrounded by them. All I know is I went to change pipe one morning with a friend in high school and when the alarm went off at 4:30 I decided I wasn’t the type of person to work with crops. Tom was the type to work with crops, though. He always felt a kind of urgency to rise before the sun, to tend to cattle, to operate a hay bailer. And so it went with us: hi...
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