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Little Attitude for Latitude, by Kim Favors

29/2/2020

 
Bookings for escorts during the conference in Seattle were mostly “companionship only,” with just a few for sexual services.

The evening’s activities included a cocktail networking party, dinner, awards ceremony and related activities. Escorts dressed appropriately: Stylish, with stilettos.

The women found their clients entertaining and respectful.

Then came the fateful request: “Let’s all go for a stroll.”

The night ended with the escorts nursing blisters, aches and sore muscles.

Despite generous tips, they vowed to never again work a Google cartographers convention.

Remembrance, by Cate Lloyd

28/2/2020

 
Annabelle picked Glen and Danny in their matching blue shortie pyjamas and placed them between her mother, colourised and glamorous in a veiled turban, and the portrait taken at her graduation.

She noticed how her great-aunt’s crystal beads lifted the sober black of the academic gown and went to fetch them. Impulsively, she grabbed her battered wedding band.

Prising it from her finger, she had felt like a survivor.

In the living room, she un-shelved Dickinson.

That would do.

She wrapped everything carefully in tissue paper.

Before she sealed the box, she added the note.

‘From Annabelle. Yes; I lived.’

Slaying Dragons, by Mary Wallace

28/2/2020

 
He was pretty sure he was the best. When he started he was a little half hearted, as quests were no longer fashionable. Rescuing maidens had all but finished, and maidens in need of rescuing, harder to come by.

It was the thought of a dragon that had sucked him in. God he wanted to see a dragon, a fire blowing one, not one that looked like Nessie. So he'd fought his way through and emerged triumphant, reward in hand.
​

Now to struggle back through the crowd to the beginning of the maze, where his embarrassed wife and kids waited.

Comrades – We Go to War! by Linda Cornelissen

28/2/2020

 
The plastic bag leered menacingly at her. Madge slammed her pen on the desk.
Dust motes, alarmed, showed solidarity with her distress.

“Let’s never surrender!” She shouted to them all.

Taking up positions once more, the dust motes agreed.

Madge rose from her chair.

She was careful to disturb as few of her comrades as possible along the way.

Plastic bag firmly in hand, she summarily despatched their common enemies.

Victorious, Madge sat once more and took up her pen.

Daughters beware! We will not surrender. Writing first and last. Housework never!

What if? by Sandra James

28/2/2020

 
What if this Megxit thing is only ten percent true and ninety percent concocted by meddling media wanting sensational headlines? The truth being the move to Canada; the rest..?

What if Harry actually has a mind of his own and decided he wanted to make the move?

What if Meghan isn’t evil, just a wife in tune with her husband?

What if the Royal family is like any other with skeletons, egos, disagreements and different opinions? They really don’t have blue blood, you know!

What if we just left them alone?

Perhaps they could live happily ever after…

Risk, by Don Tassone

28/2/2020

 
Given the news, he’d grown wary of anyone who coughed or sneezed.

The more he watched TV and scanned social media, the more paranoid he became.

“Cover your mouth,” he said to strangers who coughed or sneezed within earshot.

Whenever he chose to leave his house, that is.

“You’ve got to get out,” his wife told him.

“Are you crazy?” he said. “It’s a jungle out there.”

“Ten new cases of the virus have been confirmed,” said the announcer on TV.

He couldn’t take it. He turned off the TV, poured himself a drink and went outside for a smoke.

Finally, by Pamela Kennedy

28/2/2020

 
His comedy didn't provide any humor for some women and now they're getting the last laugh.  I don't care if he's comfortable in his  spartan-like accommodation.  Do you?  

It was rough for the other guy who was able to jet set to and fro a private floral perfumed island before landing in a urine scented cell.  He couldn't hack it and abruptly ended his stay.  
Another high and mighty one will be moving into a more modest residence.  He'll have a new lifestyle.

Aren't you happy that justice is finally being served?  Me too. 

At Odds, by Krystyna Fedosejevs

28/2/2020

 
“You’re wrong, it’s going be an early spring,” Jimmy insisted.

Tom winced. “Remember February? Groundhog said: six more weeks of winter.”

“What sensible person believes rodents?” Jimmy chuckled. “Our local radio weatherman said it’ll be sunny and warm sometime soon.”

Next day, early morning, there was a knock on their bedroom door. Dad entered, dressed in his outdoors winter attire, complete with toque and heavy gloves.

“Okay boys,” he began. “Which one of you will be ready first to help with the shovelling?”

Tom moved a pen towards his wall calendar. Under March 1st, he scribbled “in like a lion”.

Vacation Denied, by Marjan Sierhuis

28/2/2020

 
The latest international news took her back to a moment in time. The year was 2003, and she had been in direct contact with the coronavirus.

“You are under quarantine for fourteen days and not to leave your premises,” said her caller.

Cordelia cleaned her kitchen cupboards, painted her walls, washed the windows, swept the floors, familiarized herself with the names of every soap opera star, and gave her poodle a makeover.

Two weeks later, she requested a vacation. She was exhausted. It was denied.

No Hiding Place, by James B. Revell

28/2/2020

 
I moved quietly from room to room. I had entered through an open window, using a neighbour's ladder.

'I haven't seen George in over a week', the neighbour had told us.

No-one was around, but one upstairs room was locked, and there was no response to my knocking.

George was a sick old man who lived alone. Being increasingly concerned, the neighbour had alerted my Police station.

I forced the door, and entered an office. No-one was inside, alive or dead. An open cabinet caught my eye: it contained yellowing documents in German, and a well-thumbed copy of Mein Kampf...

The Gossip, by Mark Tulin

28/2/2020

 
Mel knew that Larry was a gossip. Up until now, Mel thought Larry’s blabbering was innocent. But everything changed once Mel became the subject of Larry’s malicious rumors.

“I thought I told you not to tell anyone about my triple-bypass, Larry. That’s private.”

“Oh, sorry, Mel. I thought it was common knowledge.”

The next day, Mel found out that Larry spread rumors that he’s having marital problems.

Mel was furious.

Dave, another notorious gossip, asked Mel if it were true that Larry had erectile dysfunction.

Mel pondered the tantalizing question for a moment but knew that revenge wouldn’t be sweet.

River Rats, by Jim Woessner

28/2/2020

 
A green head poked through the water’s smooth surface, a bull’s-eye of concentric waves. My father called them “river rats.” “They eat fish,” he said. So I never saw the turtle. I never heard about the woman, the Mother of us all, who fell from heaven, who landed on a turtle’s back, who with her twin boys brought mud up from the bottom, and created the Earth. I never saw the turtle. I saw the competition. I saw the enemy. I saw a target. I was a boy who loved his father. So I raised the twenty-two to my shoulder.

Thou Shall Not, by Julie Achilles

28/2/2020

 
Raj, 'do you think Moses should have been given another set of commandments?'

Sabrina. 'why another set?'

Raj. 'maybe a set with Thou shall to sit alongside the 'shall not' list.

Sabrina. No laws are for what you cannot do.

Raj. then I suppose you can do anything that is not on the 'shall not' list.

Sabrina. well yes I suppose so- what is it you want to do then?

Raj. nothing specific was just wondering in case I do

Sabrina. So weird.

End of February, by Yola M. Caecenary

28/2/2020

 
I was walking under an umbrella that night. It had been raining since noon and if I had to follow my mood, I just didn’t want to leave the house. But that night was a celebration of our mother’s 71st birthday. I wanted to be there.

Under a canopy of the bus shelter, I sat on a bench and waited. I caught the white and red lights from vehicles slowly passing. Everything was moving at a slow pace. But they went back normal when the bus arrived.

Soon, there I was, had the birthday celebration with my sisters, without Mum.

How Are You? by Yash Seyedbagheri

28/2/2020

 
Classmates wave across campus and within the computer lab. Waves convey casual knowledge.

They never ask the real question. How are you?

I live for the presence of others, however fleeting. I haven’t been invited to a party in months. Weekends, I have only Netflix to drown out cheer. Even then, laughter sneaks in. Students march to parties, share secrets I can only imagine. Love, bad grades, foibles.

I try to tell classmates. But they move fast.

Would I accept if they invited me to join?

I imagine flailing, searching for good jokes and dance moves.

I stick to waving.

Technology Rules, by Bex Gooding

28/2/2020

 
They viewed the test subject as it walked through the beautiful garden with unseeing eyes.

The woman walked aimlessly, head down, her left hand held in front of her, the index finger of her right hand swiping aimlessly across the left palm.

‘What’s she doing?’

‘She had the device for so long her body is fixed in that position. She can’t look up anymore, nor does she see the flowers, the trees or the animals around her. Her brain was locked into technology ignoring nature for so long it doesn’t know how to react.’
​
‘Is it reversible?’

‘Unlikely.’

‘How sad.’

The Parade, by Bruce Levine

28/2/2020

 
Jennifer watched the parade just as she did every year, but this year was different, this year she was watching in person and not on television. Her parents always promised and then something came up. Not this year. This year she’d run away from home to go to the parade.

Rainy Day End, by Rodney Drake

28/2/2020

 
The dark clouds overhead bumped slowly into each other, grumbling when they did. A chilly mist swirled around Jake as he walked through Chicago’s nearly empty streets to Audrey’s apartment, which turned to actual rain by the time he arrived.

She opened the door, let him in, but said nothing. As Jake dried off his hair, he said cheerfully, “I brought you some Oreos.” Her favorite treat.

Audrey looked at the cookies, then up at Jake without expression. “No thanks.” Then Jake knew their relationship was over.

A Chance to Mend, by Sivan Pillai

28/2/2020

 
After asking the bewildered students to stand outside the locked classroom, I searched each bag. Joseph had complained earlier about his missing new pen.

Even after finding it in Thomas’ bag, I continued searching for the benefit of peeping Toms, if any.

Taking Joseph aside, I told him, “You should have searched thoroughly. The pen is in your bag.”
​

“I’m in the police force now, Sir, and I always give the petty thieves a chance to mend their ways, as you did once,” Thomas told me years later.

Imagined Flower, by Paloma Lenz

28/2/2020

 
You were planted.
In the coming spring, a lilac would blossom.
The soil grew heavier, dry, cracked; my skin was taut with promises of you. The birds sang, awaiting your arrival. The trees danced in the wind, illuminated by an imminent dream.

But, you weren’t even real.

So I shriveled up; if you couldn’t flower, then neither would I. The birds left; leaves descended from the trees. The winds tormented me, reminded me of the breath you never would breathe. All I was left with was the memory of you - something that wasn’t and would never be true.

Cher and the President, by Gordon Lawrie

28/2/2020

 
The President leaned forward. "Hey, Cher... it's getting late. Time for your bedtime story."
 
Each night, the President challenged Cher to entertain him with a completely new tale. Each story had to be exactly one hundred words long, had to feature himself as the central character, and had to focus on one of the President's favourite three topics: golf, money and sex. Failure was unthinkable: she would have to offer her body to him for the entire night. To date, she'd escaped every night.
 
As her wordcount hit the nineties, she could hear him snoring. She was safe until tomorrow.

The Invisible, Lost and Found, by Kim Favors

23/2/2020

 
More heart procedures soon. Another cardiac ablation and cardioversion, plus meds that leave her lightheaded and dopey.

Her bullying father, again told little, insisted she’s dying and demanded her money. She let the answering machine take his calls.

This hospital stay is different. No laptop or cellphone, and she ignores — at least tries — Trump’s televised travesties.

Instead, she interacts with not only doctors and nurses, but technicians, students, volunteers, cleaning crews, nearly everyone taking care of her.

She asks about their goals, lives, pets. She congratulates. Says thank-you often.

And learns something important about herself: Her heart is already healing.

Expression of Eternal Love, by Benjamin Kardos

23/2/2020

 
“Do you still love me?” Kelly asked one day.

“Of course I do,” George said. “Why would you even need to ask?”

“No reason, I was just curious.”

“Remember that love song I wrote for you on guitar? Remember when I played it at open mic night?”

“I remember. That was our first year of marriage 9 years ago.”

“So?” said George. “I feel the same now as I did then. That song was an expression of eternal love.”

“Really?” Kelly made a face.

“Yes, so what’s the matter?”

“Well, honestly…” she hesitated. “It just wasn’t a very good song.”

Blue Crack, by Arvind Howarth

21/2/2020

 
The last gulp of coffee. My hands move across the keys without me and I'm staring at the sickly plastic-blue edged screen. My eyes magnet to where red notifications usually glow, but there are none. I feel mild disappointment. Oh - I am considering changing my cover picture - adding a cutout to the black and white photo of my brother's complex with tangled white sculpure. I click my name to get there and see it won't work.My number of friends has gone down from 402 to 401. My mood plummets and I instantly regret the last thing I shared.

Inked Pulp, by Jonathan A. Watson

21/2/2020

 
I dreamt I met the late Nick Joaquin. We were floating in darkness black as ink. Unseen thunder told me that I may ask one question.

“How does one get over the blank page?” I asked, fixating my shy gaze on his nicely combed hair. “Reality sometimes lacks inspiration.”

“Imagination.” he smiled. He then faded into the darkness that disappeared as I opened my eyes.

“Interesting dream.” my friend laughed over breakfast. “Very imaginative.”

“I dreamt I met Nick Joaquin.” I later said aloud, while typing it onto my laptop during dinner. “We were floating in darkness black as ink.”

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