We’ve got a winner!!!
This week, we were giving away a $20 Kindle gift card to the best submission and, after hours of trans-continental debate between our top two, we finally settled on a winner! The little gem below came from a gal on the north west coast named Lisa.
For next week’s contest, we’ll start the pot back at $5 for the gift card AND, as a celebration of it’s recent climb up the Amazon Best Seller list, we’ll be throwing in a copy of Amber Lynne Natusch‘s Caged (book 1 of the Caged Series)!
All you have to do is write us a story about the circumstances surrounding the photo at the BOTTOM of this post. 100 to 1,500 words and you can submit it via email to firstname.lastname@example.org or by using the form below!
Without further ado, here’s our winner!
He stood at the front of a poorly lit room filled with about a dozen men, all wearing matching orange jump suits. This was the third day in county lock-up for Brian Weinrite, who only a few days ago had been known as The Muffin King of the Northwest. Now, he was just called Inmate.
“Hi, my name is Brian and I’m an alcoholic.”
“Hi Brian”. The tired response to Brian’s essentially court ordered statement, made him roll his eyes in disgust.
Unlike the gangbangers, druggies and general losers that filled the room, Brian didn’t belong here. He had built his muffin wholesaler business from nothing to the largest muffin supplier in the Northwest in only 12 years. He had gone from the fat geek in the freshman dorms that everybody ignored to a powerful and respected man. He had gotten it all; the beautiful home on Lake Union, a Bentley Mulsanne, and the customary trophy wife. The trophy wife, Marie, was the reason Brian now stood in this room under buzzing florescent lights and facing a cluster of neck-tattooed gangbangers who looked like they wanted to shank him in the shower. Marie’s death was all on her. If she hadn’t wrecked his Bentley and shown up at the airport in a rental, he would not have been upset. He would not have had to drive an unfamiliar car to the factory. He would not have driven the car into the business sign which shook the giant muffin loose.
A quiet voice in the back of the room said, “Hey I know this guy. He’s the Muffin King. He killed his wife.”
Brian was searching the room for the voice when another rang out, “What did you do dough boy – get drunk and pass out on top of her?”. The room erupted in laughter and Brian was suddenly hit in the face with something that dropped into his lap. At that moment, the in prison AA meeting was brought to a close. Brian looked at what had fallen into his lap and slipped it into his pocket.
After lights out Brian laid in his bunk listening to the quiet snoring and distant whispers echoing off the walls in the dormitory style room. He silently pulled the chocolate bar from his pocket and stared at it in the dim light. He thought of his wife, he thought of what had been his career. After a few moments, he quietly tore open the wrapper. Just as he put the sweet chocolate to his mouth, he felt a hand on his back and heard a low whisper against his ear, “Hi muffin.”
As always, happy writing!