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Submitted to Contest #87
Uncle Jock was followed home by Sidney the clown. It wasn’t even busy. It was Xmas morning, and the streets were almost empty. Besides, who doesn't notice a man dressed in a blue and yellow silk jumpsuit, with size 16 shoes? Not to mention the wig. And face paint. Following you for four blocks. He wasn’t even particularly drunk. Uncle Jock that is, not the clown. The clown I assume was stone cold sober. He was working after all. He’s just an idiot. Jock, I mean. So it took him ‘til he got to the BBQ and opened the side gate, to rea...
Submitted to Contest #80
Mother said “typical” when the plague broke out. It was a warm, sunny day and we’d just packed the umbrella, two picnic blankets and a chilly-bin full of food into the back of the old station wagon. I slid my jandals on - pink, I remember with white daisies on the bottom, although I was always disappointed because you couldn’t see the daisies once your feet were in them, and I felt it kind of defeated the purpose - and hopped into the front seat while mother buckled my brother Jimmy into the back. “Can we get ice cream?” I asked...
Submitted to Contest #79
My mother was dead to me. This realisation came to me in the early hours of the morning as I lay in her stuffy guest room listening to her rhythmic snores filter through the thin wall separating us. It wasn’t because she’d done anything super horrendous. There was no big climactic moment that caused my epiphany. It was more of a straw, fragile and brittle, placed gently on the camel’s back.But she’d forgotten about the anniversary. She forgot a lot of things when I was a child. Almost all my birthdays for a start. The years sh...
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