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The Eternal Summer of Somner

Submitted to Contest #53

Kids waited in lines for a refreshing ice cream cone from a sweat-drenched vendor, only for their long-awaited treat to melt in the cone. I licked my parched lips, feeling thirst well up in my throat, and I greeted it like an old friend. From my hideout in the crook of the slide at the deserted playground on an near empty avenue, I tried to peel my perspiring skin from the plastic play-set. Halfway through the sticky ordeal, I gave up, slumping back into the sliver of shade. I contemplated trying to find a building whose air conditioning was...

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honey lavender matcha latte

Submitted to Contest #53

We hadn’t seen each other in two years, hadn’t spoken or even texted since then, until she liked my post about moving to the city and asked, in a comment, if she could show me the best coffee in Chicago. And I, having no friends and a roommate I’d just met and didn’t care for, said yes.She called me twenty minutes before we were supposed to meet. Her name flashed across my phone and I was momentarily confused. I hadn’t heard from her since our conversation in the Facebook comments, and had convinced myself we weren’t still meeting. After all...

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Popsicle Break

Submitted to Contest #53

Everything was terrible today, but what set him over the edge wasn’t the heat, or the constant repetition, or the know-it-all juniors and seniors. No, he held it together, right up until the popsicle slid off its stick and plopped onto the bleacher below him, melting immediately into a red puddle, oozing like fresh blood. He stared at it for a moment, and then, without a word, he stood up and stormed off, his stomps echoing loudly on the metal bleachers. He didn’t see it, but all the girls giggled, and all the boys made faces. All except one...

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Summer Dreams

Submitted to Contest #53

“Tell me again why living in Florida during the summer is a good thing,” I said, turning on the garden hose. “It's nothing but nonstop heatwaves.”Sitting nearby on a lawn chair, my roommate and best friend Crystal let out an exaggerated sigh. “I would but I’m suffering from heatstroke so hurry up and hand over the water.”“You don’t think this is a bit pathetic?” I adjusted the flow to an easy stream before handing the hose to her. “Sitting in our backyard, dressed in hot pants and tank tops while soaking each other with a garden hose?”“You g...

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Our Big Day

Submitted to Contest #53

“R.I.P Cherry Popsicle, you will be missed”, I watched as my best friend Olli’s popsicle slid off the stick and on to the ground.  “C’mon! Is one perfectly good popsicle too much to ask for!”, she wailed. I laughed, Olli had the worst luck, and I probably should’ve seen that coming when I offered her a popsicle from a nearby vendor. “Don’t laugh! You purposely gave me a faulty popsicle as a trick! You're always tricking me! Little snake!”, she got up and marched to the nearest trash can. Before I could respond, Carmen pulled up in the...

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Broken Hearts

Submitted to Contest #53

Laela thrummed the tip of her popsicle stick against her cheek, carelessly letting the sticky juice run down her hand. She squinted at the blinding sun, “Melted.”  It was the first thing she’d said in the last hour. Dmitry sucked a breath in, prying his eyes off Laela and following her lazy gaze to the cloudless sky. It was an overwhelming blue, and Dmitry could make out tiny black specks littered in the air. Black Oystercatchers. After all, they could see the sparkling sea in the distance.  A noise interrupted his thoughts. Lael...

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College Bound

Submitted to Contest #53

When Cheryl graduated from high school her father, Paul, let her keep the old Plymouth Duster that she had driven to school from time to time. Cheryl planned on going to college in the fall and her boyfriend, Steve, had received a full scholarship in baseball. She was heading to State but he was heading for a university half way across the country. And to make matters worse. The Summer hit hard and fast. By graduation, at the end of May, the temperature was already topping ninety degrees. “Hey honey. Your father and I are planning on goi...

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Weeping Teacup Day

Submitted to Contest #53

The lavender and the mallow sat watered in the sunny windowsill, looking out at the cracked stone plaza. Tendrils of ivy and honeysuckle swept into the window, trailing into the suds in the sink at each heavy, hot breeze. From somewhere in her house came touches of jazz and breaths of some heavy beast moving about on the floor.February’s house was in the middle of the Thistle Wasteland, now in the most cunning heat wave of sun and surety in a dozen years, and she had never had a visitor. She lived alone, in her house that looks like someone ...

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Public Safety

Submitted to Contest #53

(Max is the first to sign on. They sort through some papers, neatening their workspace, laying out all the pens they may use, etc. Georgy signs on. Max doesn’t notice, busy as they are reading through some prepared notes.)Georgy: MAX.(Max jumps.)Max: Fuck, Georgy. Don’t scare me like that! (Georgy laughs raucously while Max angrily recomposes them-self.)Georgy: (smirking) Where’s Lance?Max: Late.Georgy: You startle like a frightened pigeon. (Makes startled pigeon noises - scared cooing I gues...

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Good Old Places.

Submitted to Contest #51

  “Oh no! I´m running late for work,” exclaimed Victoria setting off her alarm, “I really hate Mondays” She ran to her kitchen to prepare some coffee and a quick breakfast. She liked using a French press for her coffee because it tasted better than instant coffee. After drinking her beverage and eating her food, she jumped straight into the shower. Then dressed herself in a green outfit and applied minimal makeup, making sure her appearance looked effortless. After her whole morning routine, she grabbed her car keys and drove to her off...

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Arithmomania

Submitted to Contest #51

Celeste was starting to wonder if everything he said was a lie. "I'll be back tomorrow, Cel! Wait for me!" "Yeah, don't worry! I'll make sure to text you!" Then, with a quick grin and a joyous wave with the promise of tomorrow, he was gone.  She sighed. Looking out the scratched bus window, she peered up at the ashen sky. Two more stops until home. Well, her house. Apartment, to be exact. Celeste wasn't sure where her home was anymore. She has a living space, an apartment, yes, but that wasn't home. Home was somewhere where you ...

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Ad Astra

Submitted to Contest #51

The sky was a perfect shade of oblivion. Petra lay on her back inside the rowboat, using a canvas satchel as a pillow against the wooden boards. The inky cobalt waves lapped against the frame, gently rocking the vessel like a hammock. Petra only stared at the sky. It wasn’t fully dark yet, so the cloudless dome looked like a big blue sheet, tinted only with a distant pale yellow behind Petra’s head. A few pinpricks of white light dusted the sky like freckles. Petra gazed wordlessly into the blue void, daring the other stars to step fort...

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The Know It All

Submitted to Contest #51

In my earliest memory, Dad saw something on TV that bought up painful memories. I dropped my toys and ran to Mum’s office, clutching her leg as tears streamed down my face. Mum rushed to his side, and from the office I was bombarded with fears I wished I could make go away. Later, they asked me to explain what had happened. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the words, and even if I did, I hadn’t yet realized how different I was. It would be two more years before I realized that I could read minds. *** It happened at my grandparent’s house....

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Under the Stars

Submitted to Contest #51

“Ptolemy developed a geocentric model of the universe,” she said, “where this planet was the central point around which all other heavenly bodies revolved.” “Also did a lot for modern geography and cartography, but no one ever mentions that,” I mumbled. “And then Copernicus presented the heliocentric model—the truth—and was persecuted.” “Actually, his book was published almost posthumously. The real controversy began when Galileo agreed with it and angered the Catholic church.” “I’m trying to make a point,” she said flatly. “Oh, sorry. Is t...

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Marking Time

Submitted to Contest #51

2017 the year I was summoned back to my past; back to 1967.I had received my invitation to our high school reunion and by April, facebook searching, name goggling and cell number gathering began in earnest. Merritt Hutton High School’s 50th Reunion was to be held in Denver, Colorado in September. My group, my home town. By June a lot of us had messaged or texted our way back in touch. Lists were made. One titled “Can’t Find Yet”. Another titled “Gone but Not Forgotten”. For a senior class of 280 graduates, that secon...

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