Contests help writers who are building their platform. Congratulations to all and thank you to our judges! First Place: Butterfly Moments By Mark Holman-Lisney I stare out the rain-splattered window as conversation is difficult. She’s eaten all her chips but left the fish despite my cutting it up to encourage her. Bored with her food
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First Place:
Marco…Polo
By Johanna Skelley
“I just can’t get the hang of technology,” he remarks, to explain his failure to return my last six phone calls.
I learn from his wife that the never-returned calls are easily explained; his phone is turned on but has lost its charge. His phone is fully charged but accidentally set to mute. His phone is in his pocket and can’t be heard. His phone has been left behind.
The real reason is more complicated and much simpler.
He no longer remembers how to answer a phone.
Through Alzheimer’s, the unknowable breaks and distortions of his memory can make even the answering of a phone excruciatingly complex. I don’t know exactly when my brother’s Polo to my Marco ceased reverberating back from him to me. Long before the errant cell phone’s calls have gone unanswered.
Today, eight years into his diagnosis, his body has begun to compress itself into the shape of Alzheimer’s. His gait is now shuffling and hunched, his steps tentative. His gaze is often blank-eyed and remote, as if he’s slipped out by the back door and made his escape. Now, in response to a question, he casually offers a winsome shrug to disguise his lack of comprehension.
It is the contradictions that unsettle. The counterweight to his vagueness is verbal acuity. He is able to articulate how a generator works, though he can’t recall how to start one. He can accurately diagnose a car’s problem, though he can no longer remember how to drive. He remains an astute problem-solver, well-versed in a range of practical subjects, and can discuss what a car’s manifold does, or how a sump pump works. I forget, when he speaks so knowledgably, that pieces of him are vanishing, and that his life experience and intelligence offer no protection.
In this way, he is and is not.
Like a deer racing through a forest of closely-spaced trees, he can be briefly glimpsed. And like a deer, my brother, at times, pauses in flight to peer back over his shoulder, gazing at me in recognition from between the trees. Sometimes, I see him clearly. But mostly, there are mere glimpses.
Just there, between the trees.
Johanna Skelly is a Toronto-based painter, writer, and poet. She is a writing facilitator and copy editor who finds inspiration in all things written. After eighteen cross-Canada moves, she sees herself as a recovering nomad, and is happily discovering the art of putting down roots.
Second Place:
All of It Is Yours
By Nathan Mann
In the contract was a promise: clear the land in a month and all of it is yours. He had tried everything else, so he bought a machete, signed the paper, and found the lot deep within the marsh.
He got out of his truck and tested the ground with his boot. Still wet. Spring was becoming summer though, soon the land would firm.
Half the lot was covered in tall, golden reeds. Last year’s growth. He swung his machete and left a diagonal slash through their stalks. He slashed again until he had a space to park.
Patriots and pioneers had fought for freedom. Here was his opportunity to live like them. Breathing deep, he smelled the earthy air and held it in his lungs, his mind, his heart.
He carved away at the reeds. His future was here. He had tried it the normal way. Gas station clerk. City maintenance. Shoe salesman. He would clear the land, build a house from hand-hewn pine, and if anyone showed up and told him none of it was his, that the contract was a scam, he would tell them it was all the same. Nothing had ever been his.
That night he fell asleep in the truck bed alongside the water jugs and boxes of instant ramen. The next morning he noticed the green points of new reeds poking from the cleared land. He nudged the shoots, tried to flatten them beneath his heel. They did not bend. He would have to wait until they were tall enough to cut.
In two days they reached his knees. In a week they were his height. He took the machete to their stalks and felt resistance with every slash. They were young, strong. They did not want to die. But cutting them down would rob the roots of nutrients and next year no reeds would sprout from the ground. The land would be clear.
They came back within a week. Green spears jabbed at his ankles, then his thighs. He tilled the ground, sawed their roots, and burned them at night. Every advance he made was lost and soon he was on the retreat. The lot was being swallowed.
At the end, his muscles would do no more. The machete was dull. He leaned on the truck and listened to the creaking of the growing reeds until the lights of an approaching SUV filtered through the curtain of green. He yelled out to the vehicle. The month was almost over and he had nothing to show for it. But if someone else joined in, if they split the work, split the land, then he would have more than nothing. His future was here. He could almost see it if he closed his eyes. He pushed towards the road, but the reeds would not give. He called out again, but no one answered. The car stayed where it was, its engine rumbling, waiting its turn.
Nathan Mann is an English teacher in New Hampshire and lives in Maine. He has an MFA from the University of New Orleans. His work has appeared in Outlook Springs, Change Seven, SHiFT, and The Roadrunner Review.
Third Place:
Who’ll Stop the Rain?
By Margaret Watson
Photo by: Ahmed Photography
I pull alongside the curb and nestle into the car in front of me. “Let’s sit here for a few minutes,” I say to my son. “See if the rain doesn’t let up.”
“Sure,” Brandon says.
It’s sullen agreement, but I’ll take it. I turn off the ignition and the windshield wipers come to a halt.
“You didn’t bring your clarinet. Don’t you have music today?”
“God. You already asked me that.”
Brandon undoes his seatbelt and twists around to reach his backpack from the seat behind. He roots around, looking for something. I watch but don’t ask if I can help. Damp curls escape from under his ball cap.
There is no rhythm to the rain, but I conjure lyrics and a gravelly, vintage voice and tap my fingers on the steering wheel in time with the song in my head.
Brandon finds whatever he was looking for. He zips his bag and leans back. Condensation rolls down the windows in rivulets. I can hear thunder but it’s not close.
“I should go. I’m going to be late and Ms. Morton already hates me.” He reaches for the door handle.
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“Yes, she does.”
“What makes you think so?” I vow, whatever he answers, not to disagree.
“She just does.” A shake of his head. “Oh, never mind.” His anger is an invading army, foreign, implacable.
Rain rushes in on the wind as he opens the door.
“I’ll see you after school tomorrow,” I say. “Behave yourself at your Dad’s.”
If Brandon says good-bye, his words are swallowed in the rolling thunder.
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A writer who lives in Toronto, Canada, Margaret Watson’s stories have been published or are forthcoming in paperplates, FreeFall, Hamilton Arts and Letters and The New Quarterly. She has been short and longlisted a number of times and recently won first prize in Streetlight Magazine’s 2022 Flash Fiction contest.
Honorable Mentions in alphabetical order by author:
Reham Adley for "Tante Sabahs Mouhalabiyeh"
and
Robert Marazas for "Stranger at the Mall"
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