55 Fiction 2017: Tales of murder, intrigue, and scandal—short and sweet at 55 words each
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It's here again, like clockwork. For the last 30 years, around July 4, New Times has brought you reader-submitted short stories for the annual 55 Fiction contest. Death, love, disgust, and fear all make appearances, and 2016-17 even brought out a little politics. This year's judges included Arts Editor Ryah Cooley and staff writers Chris McGuinness and Peter Johnson, who prodded the stack, refining it until it held the chosen few that we just had to print. Woven in between these short masterpieces of fiction are five pieces of art, inspired by the story of each artist's choosing.
The Current State of the Chess Set
"This chess set is unusual. The pieces are in business suits, hospital gowns, and white coats."
"The Health Care Set. The larger pieces, the suits, are executives, politicians, and accountants. The small pieces, in gowns and white coats, are patients and physicians. They're the pawns."
"How much is it?"
"That depends. Call this 800 number."
Steve Recchia
Reno, Nev.
[Untitled]
She hated numbers.
The clock showing her she was late.
The check showing her she was underpaid.
The scale showing her she was fat.
But the worst was 8/22/13—the date she married Harold.
Lompoc
Aha Moment
He had no doubt it was important. It weighed on him day after day, tugging at him. It would not let go. It was constant and unceasing. But what was this relentless pressure he felt? Then it hit him. Right on the head. And all at once Isaac realized the gravity of the situation.
Avila Beach
Dinner Table 2017
... so, like, no way
yes way ... just do it
I'm 2 busy right now
no U R not
don't tell me what I am. U
But I'm your bro though
So what?
So put down the phone and pass the peas
can't ... busy texting
ugh ... wtf
California Men's Colony
The Knife
He reached for the knife, razor sharp, grasped the leg, and with a deft, practiced motion, sliced the meat straight and deep. Idly, he thought of the coming evening barbecue with friends.
Contemplating his work, he studied the tendons, muscle, bone, and blood before him with intellectual curiosity.
"Nurse,
"Yes, of course, Doctor."
Paso Robles
Forever
Kisses are just the beginning. Moonlit dreams and smoky harmonies promise eternity. But like so many times before, the dance grows stale and eternity taunts me. Embraces evaporate and hatred begins. Now she hangs in my cellar, along with the others. I visit them when the music is nostalgic and seal forever with another kiss.
Chicago, Ill.
Perspective
He jumped out from a dark alleyway, grabbed me by the lapels, shouting: "Why are you following me?"
"I'm not! ... I don't even know you!"
"Really? ... I was walking about aimlessly. Whenever I looked you were lurking somewhere in the background. ... How can you explain that?"
"I was following the woman who was following you."
Glendale, Calif.
Every Year
She searches through old boxes stuffed in out-of-the-way places.
Treasured memories spill out.
She thinks she hears a long sigh, and then a voice ...
"Is it time for the Renaissance Fair again? Do I have to go?"
"Yes," she answers without turning around. "Yes, you do."
Atascadero
Utmost Sincerity
"He'll be missed."
"He was always so thoughtful."
"A wonderful man ... "
"A great guy ... "
"If only God would bring him back."
"Look! There's a cloud above the coffin!"
"Is that God in the cloud?"
"I've heard your prayers. Dry your tears. I'll bring him back."
"Wait a minute!"
"Hold it!"
"Not so fast!"
"No! Don't!"
Reno, Nev.
A Quick Conversation
"Why?" Lana said. She tossed platinum tresses from her eyes.
"I don't know," Lance said, gazing upward. He lit a cigarette.
She removed a pearl-handled revolver from her purse.
"No!" he cried.
Lana pulled the trigger. Lance fell to the bedroom carpet. Blood oozed from his chest.
"Why?" he gasped.
"You know," she said.
Los Osos
Eulogy for My Mountain Climbing Hunny
"I warned her that it was a dangerous climb in October, even for seasoned climbers. If she hadn't sprained her ankle, we
Tucson, Ariz.
Portents
Jim projected a profound sense of doom, of danger. It lingered in the vacuum that was left when he departed. The strength of it filled Kathy with
She looked around and saw the world covered in ashes, with everyone choking for air.
Minneapolis, Minn.
Hallucination
She shouted: "I heard something from the kitchen! ... No, I am not imagining things! Stop saying that! ... There is someone in the kitchen! I'm sure! ... Don't argue! Go and check!"
The crazy woman was in her bedroom, talking to someone who wasn't there. I was in the kitchen, thinking about what I should do.
Glendale, Calif.
Why Waste Time?
"Thanks to all of you for taking the Paradise Senior Living tour today. If you have any questions ... "
"My wife just passed. Could I try one of your apartments tonight?"
"We might be able to arrange that."
"My husband left this world last week. Could I share that same apartment tonight?"
Reno, Nev.
The Biglier They Are
Though obtuse in most matters, the real estate tycoon rose to the top, much like curdled cream. As the collective fog cleared, authorities tried repeatedly to oust the Teflon tyrant. Only a charge of obstruction stuck.
"How do you plead?"
"Fake judge," he tweeted.
His lawyers avoided trial by arguing diminished capacity.
Arroyo Grande
They're Favored This Time
"I've booked Dad's trip with Time Travel Tours. Reservations were
"Oh, no! He's cheered for the Detroit Lions every Thanksgiving for decades!"
"It'll be OK. He'll be in the Roman Coliseum 2,000 years ago. He can still cheer for the lions."
Reno, Nev.
SWF
Take stock! I'm blindfolded, gagged, feet and hands bound and a deadly taste of bile in my mouth. Panic engulfs. Fear festers. What happened? How did things go so wrong?
"Tired of the same old lines? Want a real man to sweep you off your feet?" The ad had seemed so dreamy.
New Milford, Conn.
Serial Trimmer
She could still remember her old doll, the shiny, blue eyes absentmindedly staring at her. Its hair was cut short in odd, choppy angles, just as hers was now. Dull anger overcame
"Just a little off the bottom please," requested the unsuspecting lady.
San Luis Obispo
Anything Helps
He comes out with rain.
With his sopping hooded sweatshirt.
With his dark eyes frowning, glistening.
With his cardboard sign, bent, barely legible.
"Anything helps."
He approached my car. I
"Turn green," I thought.
It stayed red.
"I don't have any money," I thought.
I gave him a nervous smile.
Anything helps, right?
Los Angeles
There's No Escaping Love
Superman was lying on the summit of the tallest mountain on Earth, exhausted.
Still, he couldn't escape the screams of the countless victims in need of his help.
"To hell with them! I need rest. If the world was under attack, I wouldn't move to save it!"
"Wait ... Lois is in trouble! Damn
Tucson, Ariz.
Me
I looked around the curio shop. I'd never seen so much strangeness. Creepy statues. Peculiar tools. Disturbing amulets.
"Wow," I said to the man behind the counter. "What's the single weirdest thing in here?"
He grabbed his neck, yanked off his head with a pop, and handed it to me.
"Me," the head said, grinning.
Rydal, Ga.
Last Summer We Had a Bag Lady
"You leave Garbage Grandma alone," we were told when she dug through the neighborhood trash cans. Our moms canceled the Salvation Army trucks. The day she died, we snuck into her rundown shack, finding photos, toys, and trophies our parents had tossed. And the sign: "Welcome, My Family." A cop said her name was Evelyn.
Santa Barbara
Graciapapi
He was walking down the line toward me and said something to the chef in passing.
He winced when chef yelled down the line, "Speak fucking English Flores, I can't fucking understand you."
"Why you take that shit from him?" I asked.
He gave me a sad, wry smile. "I got six kids, bro."
San Luis Obispo
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