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Submitted to Contest #272
‘This is the baby-seat,’ said the old woman ushering Rebecca into the dusty hallway. The woman sounded foreign, and this made her nervous. It was her first job, and the house scared her. She had walked up a narrow lane, between the woods to the stead at the top of the hill where she could no longer see the town trailing orange in the misty valley below. She had found the job on the school notice board: a young family needed a babysitter for Saturday night - willing to pay ___ per hour. It was a good rate. ‘It’ll be good for you,’ said ...
(This story does include some swearing, and hints at inappropriate behaviour - though this is not explicit) The forest crept dark into the valley. It was there I found myself, tucked away in my uncle’s cabin, retreating from the world. A malaise held thick the woods outside, pushing me deeper into my story, the ghost of it ugly in my periphery. I had come to write, to alter the narrative - the incident haunting my mind. I kept a pattern during those days, an order to placate the ruinous thoughts: would write the morning through; pour coffee ...
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