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Submitted to Contest #313
Small town anywhere, dead quiet at the crack of dawn, no cock-a-doodle-do, no heavy traffic, just the subtle sound of a small opalescent-colored pigeon egg falling from the brittle branches of an extremely thirsty neighborhood birch tree. Thud — it hits the soft dry grass below and gently rolls onto the somewhat cool concrete sidewalk — stopping only a few inches shy of the roadway. No damage whatsoever, one of those sporadic miraculous moments in time. But the day is only beginning, and it is forecasted to be another scorcher. Very soon, th...
Submitted to Contest #312
"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Testing - one-two-three. How does this darn thing work? HELLO???" "Hello there. I can hear you. How can I help you today?" "Oh my God!!! It works! I did it! You sound exactly like her. Oh my God! I’m, I’m, just so excited. It’s been years since I heard your voice." "Your voice sounds wonderful, too. What would you like to talk about?" "First, I want to say that I love you, Mom. And I miss you very much. Oh, gosh, I’m going to cry." "Why are you crying?" "Because you‘re gone, Mom, remember? There was a fire yea...
Submitted to Contest #310
Marge Curvello brewed up the darn-best chili in the entire nation. It was rich, spicy, and filled with ingredients even the Devil wouldn’t know. She often joked that a bowl of her chili would light your taste buds on fire and, with just a strike of a match, potentially blow up the Loco Café because it produced that much gas. People from all over Canada came to taste Mexican Marge’s signature dish, until she suddenly keeled over, taking her secret recipe to the grave. You see, Marge was buried in her favorite apron, which was colored red, whi...
Submitted to Contest #309
Intoxicated teenager, I was, growing up in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories. Heck, it was the 80s, what else was there to do? Neither social media nor the internet had been invented yet. Only a few boring television stations, Netflix, Amazon Prime, and Disney+ wouldn't become entertainment options until 2002. And freezing cold temperatures, from October until March, forced us to socialize indoors for almost three seasons. So we partied a lot, “Party like it’s 1999,” by Prince. I mean, once that snow blanketed our bungalow-lined streets, we...
Submitted to Contest #308
Casing our place for weeks, they just had to be! And my God, it was beyond genius! I mean, I had no idea how smart they were! They just had to be! How else could they have pulled off such a highly intelligent and special operation like that? Twenty years later, and my husband and I, still reminisce over the nuttiest incident to ever happen — all those high season solstices ago. Altering our lives, completely! It was the summer of 2005 and we had just gotten married. After backpacking through Italy for our, I-don’t-want-any-wedding-debt honey...
Submitted to Contest #307
Arachnid locomotion engage and quickly he bolts across my messy bathroom floor. Stealth he is, but how did he even get in here? There’s not a single open window for him to climb through, my front door is securely locked, and half the time, this moisture-filled room, is in complete darkness. Ah, but that is the rub-a-dub-dub; he must find water or die. And the humidity billowing from my twenty minute very steamy shower must have lured him into my bathroom. Sneaking a peek was never his intention. But when I flung open the shower curtain my na...
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