Mar 28 – Apr 4, 2019

Mar 28 - Apr 4, 2019 / Vol. 32 / No. 4
This week, Creative Loafing Tampa Bay reports on the changes at Tampa’s iconic Sweetwater Organic Community Farm, and how the institution has hopefully found a way forward under new management. What else, you ask? How about an interview with journeyman musician Chris Thile, a walking food tour of Dunedin, a review of Jobsite Theater’s current, […]

Creative Loafing Tampa Fiction Contest 2019: “Lada”

Lada Ivanov’s god knew she deserved some slack when interpreting “morality is in the eye of the beholder.” Despite her horrendous upbringing, Lada, a name meaning goddess of spring and love, exhibited good moral fiber, but god feared her principles were going south. “Lada was being corrupted by her fate and real-world surroundings.” When she…

Creative Loafing Tampa Fiction Contest 2019: “Catch All”

Antonio knew he had to work fast. The security guard had just passed by on his golf cart and he’d be making the rounds again in thirty minutes. Antonio had studied the plans for the plant carefully, and knew exactly what to do. In fact, he thought it was almost too easy. He found the…

Creative Loafing Tampa Fiction Contest 2019: “Edge of Town”

Morality is in the eye of the beholder. An opened bottle of red wine sat between us on the table for two. I knew nothing of vintage or what paired well with what meals and selected the most expensive bottle I could afford. The waiter, a dark-haired man wearing black skinny pants and an immaculate…

Creative Loafing Tampa Fiction Contest 2019: “Due Date”

Morality is in the eye of the beholder. Years later, I still have no regrets about this event or anything that happened after it. Shit happens. More to some than to others. I think you’ll understand when I’m finished. It’s a day that I had looked forward to like everyone else who is anticipating the…

Creative Loafing Tampa Fiction Contest 2019: “Somebody”

“Morality is in the eye of the beholder,” Maman said to Papa. Louis didn’t know what that meant but Maman was smiling at him when she said it. Papa stared at him and walked outside. Louis jumped to his feet like he did every morning as if he couldn’t wait to discover what new adventure…

Creative Loafing Tampa Fiction Contest 2019: “The Passenger”

I’m starting to think calling an Uber to move the body was a mistake. The body stinks. It smells like my grandmother’s house… but soggier. Adam insists it’s a good idea. “They can’t judge us. What are they going to say? ‘Hey. Why does your bag smell so bad?’ That would be an instant 1-star…

Creative Loafing Tampa Fiction Contest 2019: “Scattered”

"When the Waffle House closes it’s time to get the fuck out of town," he mumbled to the table as I sank into the booth across from him. "Oh yeah?" I said as I shrugged off my slicker and shoved the dripping thing into the corner of the bench. I nodded to the waitress as…

Creative Loafing Tampa Fiction Contest 2019: “Comfort”

“When the Waffle House closes, it’s time to get the fuck out of town,” Jimmy Dugan told me one morning after I poured his first cup. “You’ll know when to leave. Hell, girl, there’ll be plenty of signs everywhere, like cow shit on Dairy Road.” Truth be told, there had been so many signs already.…

Creative Loafing Tampa Fiction Contest 2019: “Fatal Fare”

I’m starting to think calling an Uber to move the body was a mistake. I should have waited for my car to be ready from the recall repair. Less drama. But dead bodies can be very demanding. No patience at all. They can stink up a situation with their disposition or lack thereof. The driver…


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