This week's stories
Lucky Guy By Wakefield Mahon
Untitled by Ryan Strohman
I Called Him Dad by Sheilagh Lee
Heavenly Business by Robin Abess
Untitled by David A Ludwig
Untitled by Rebekah Postupak
Untitled by Bob Mahone
The Wetcleaner's Dream by Jeffrey Hollar
I couldn't resist adding a comment on this one, the dialogue was super good and definitely showed some characters I wouldn't mind knowing more about.
by Ryan Strohman
He finally moved to that deluxe apartment in the sky after working all of his life to get there. He’d been on several lists, just waiting for the opportunity to arise. Months had passed before he’d gotten the call, and while the rent was a tad higher than he’d expected, that was the price to pay for luxury, and he couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
As he was in the middle of unpacking his knick knacks, he heard a knock on the door. He sat the box down and sprung to his feet, eager to meet his new neighbor. Would he be a business executive? Or would she be a twenty-something heiress? When he peered out the security hole though, nobody was there. Puzzled, he undid the security chain, opened the door, and was greeted by a pudgy, yellow-skinned woman in her late eighties who stood about four foot nine inches tall.
“Hello ma’am,” he offered, but she just kept squinting at him through her thick glasses, her eyes appearing much larger than they actually were. With those glasses and the sleeves of her sweater tied around her neck and hanging loosely against her chest, she resembled an ochre-skinned octopus. She said nothing, inspecting him up and down, and finally he could not stifle his laugh at the awkwardness of this encounter.
“I’m Kevin Ramsey,” he said, extending his hand to her, but she refused to take it. What a strange little woman?
“Is there something I can help you with?” he asked.
Several moments passed before she replied, “It’s a shame. You are a good-looking young man.”
He snickered. Crazy old lady. “What’s a shame?” he inquired.
“A shame you will die so soon.”
The conversation had suddenly become much less comical to him, and he folded his arms across his chest. “What? Why are you threatening your new neighbor, old lady?”
“Me? Oh, boy, I’m not threatening you. You must not know about this place though. Every year this apartment opens up, and every year a new tenant moves in, thinking he’s landed some wonderful prize. Then, after eight or ten months, he throws himself out the window and plunges to his death. Surely you knew about this before renting it.”
Kevin scoffed at her tale, and he hastily replied. “No, I haven’t heard this. So tell me, how many tenants have jumped to their deaths? Two? Three?” He didn’t believe her story one iota.
“Nineteen,” she replied, glaring at him through those thick glasses. “And I’m afraid you will be twenty, boy. Better live the next few months to the fullest, because that’s all you have left.”