In the last issue, we asked you to write about an old matriarch who's authority is challenged by a young upstart.
Many thanks to everyone who sent their entry! We received a bunch of great stories, but one in particular caught our attention and didn't let go.
The winner is Fred from fa...firstname.lastname@example.org! Congratulations, Fred, and thanks for entering! You'll get an email later today with your options for a fun prize.
And here is the winning entry:
He woke up slowly, groggily, with his eyes closed. Or were they? He couldn’t say. He could feel himself blinking, but his vision remained completely black. He tried to bring a hand up to rub his eyes, but the back of his hand collided with something flat and hard halfway through the motion. He groped at the block, then pressed a splayed hand to it. It was smooth and flat and extended in all directions above him, a hand span away from his face.
More groping revealed he was lying on a soft, cushioned surface. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together: he was stuck in a coffin.
As he started pounding on the cover, he wished he’d never challenged grandma to begin with…