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Submitted to Contest #64
I came to the house A few days before I died. That’s how it works. Most people-- Should I be explaining this to you? I don't think I should But I'm dead So the consequences Of doing something I shouldn't seem...negligible? Then again I'm not dead At the moment Although I'm headed that way. With most people The soul leaves the body A few days Before the body Is no longer... ...Accessible to it. Transition periods Are important Even when you’re talking About life and death. So… You get a few days To get your bearings in ord...
Submitted to Contest #63
I like to cut along the dotted line. That’s what I like to do. Of course, you’re welcome to cut in any way you see fit. I believe that’s up to you. You can--If you want to go all outside the box with it, that’s fine. I don’t mind that at all. Who am I to mind? I’m a big nobody-at-all, that’s who I am. I like to cut out little dogs and cats for posting all over the classroom. The kids love dogs and cats. I like to let them name the dogs and cats once they’re thumb-tacked to the walls. It’s a little ceremony we do, the kids and me, namin...
Submitted to Contest #62
The Bear is going to sleep. She picks up the phone and calls Roger at the cave. Roger is eating a dead rabbit and when the phone rings, he looks up, rabbit blood pooled at the corners of his lips, and decides not to answer. Roger is aware that the Bear is just about ready to go to sleep, because it’s that time of year, and the rabbits are getting clumsier, but also less tasty, and so he knows that the Bear is going to hibernate soon, but for much longer this time, because she’s getting tired of waking up, and he knows he should answer th...
Submitted to Contest #61
Outside her house, there’s a tree on fire. Her hand holding the blue coffee mug that says “Another Morning” doesn’t even shake as she looks out the window and sees the tabby flames consume the branch Chet fell from that summer he broke his arm. That summer he turned eleven and got sweet on the girl two houses down who was either named Marie or Mary and begged her to let him go to sleep-away camp. She had never been eager to let him out of her sight, and after her divorce, her anxiety over his care only intensified. She would wait until h...
Submitted to Contest #60
She woke up the morning she put on the white dress and the red apron knowing that she would poison the Baked Alaska. On that day, we were about four feet high, but we’d be five or six feet by the end of the year. That’s if you believe the scientists, and, really, why wouldn’t you believe the scientists? They’ve been right about so much so far. But, you know, you hear people talking, and those people, the ones talking, they sometimes don’t believe the science, even though they are, at this point, and we mean this literally, knee-deep in t...
Submitted to Contest #59
Wake up in a bed with a red, red blanket. Check the room. Hotel? No. Nice--nice place. The red blanket is soft. The mirror across from you shows your hair properly mussed. You had a nice time, but you didn’t overdo it. Your eyes aren’t red. Your breath tastes of gin and chocolate. Your nails are getting long again, because you felt like quitting something, so you took down biting at them and you took up sleeping in the beds of strange men. Not so strange. A neighbor. A man named… Something Italian. Better said with an accent....
Submitted to Contest #58
She has three more minutes before she’ll need to move to the next stage of the evacuation plan, and she’s never rehearsed for that plan. That’s the plan that nobody talks about, because if you get to that part of the plan, you’re already looking at a full-scale desertion crisis, wherein a multi-billion dollar ship gets left out in the vast reaches of space while its crew makes their way in individual pods the size of coffins to stations that already under-staff and over-capacity at the very same time. She has three minutes before that ha...
Submitted to Contest #57
“...But she always liked that necklace, and so I’m happy to leave it to her. While her neck may not be anything worth drawing attention to, I would argue that anything covering the neck has been sorely needed for quite some time. Well, now that my daughter’s inheritance is accounted for, let’s move onto the one asset I know everyone in my family is clamoring for-- My glass eye collection. It’s value, when last I checked, was somewhere in the hundreds of thousands. Who knows? It could be millions now. Billions, perhaps. I tried not ...
Submitted to Contest #56
We wanted to let her sit with us, but the extra folding chair would have required a substantial shift in the make-up of our bingo table. As is our preference, the table is kept to three and three with nobody on the ends, because the rules of the St. Alma Hall dictates that “no one may sit on either end of a table while a game is in session.” We don’t know who came up with the rule, and it certainly wasn’t us, but it’s there, and there’s no hemming about it, not that we’re hemmers anyhow. When Francine Elizabeth Martin approached the tabl...
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