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Weekly Contest #373
It all started with a flash of blonde. A glossy ponytail, like lightning around the corner of the chip aisle at a grocery store we had been to thousands of times before. Her golden whip snapped, catching my eye only a moment too late. I was unable to see its beholder. The second snap, my eyes to Dorians face. Normally sun kissed, was somehow pale and rosy at the same time. I watched as he quickly averted his eyes, expertly pulling the mask back down and selecting a bag of ruffles from the shelf before us. I didn’t know what I saw, or thought...
Weekly Contest #372
I picked at the already peeling steering wheel, watching the last of the mall’s occupants shuffle out into the remaining vehicles scattered throughout the parking lot. Streetlights fluttered, making the starless night appear menacing. A craving for sleep stung with each blink of my mahogany eyes, emphasizing the inadequacy of my midday nap. It was almost a month straight and this schedule had only gotten a little bit easier. A woman with three school aged children hurried to their car. They followed behind her like baby ducks. The woman spo...
Weekly Contest #369
CW: Contains themes of and/or references to infant death and grief I stood in the doorway of the nursery, overwhelmed by the task before me. Yellow light poured through the secondhand curtains, casting a warm glow on the mess scattered throughout the room. Admittedly, the disarray was my fault. Being in a rush, being too lazy. Life with a baby. There were blankets hanging over the side of the crib, a few neglected bottles on the highchair, a dirty pair of pajamas on the changing table, and a couple toys on the floor. My daughter’s cloth...
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