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Weekly Contest #348
The vehicle rolls to a stop by our camping site.Everything within me yells to leap into the woods. Leaping isn’t dramatic enough. Maybe frolicking. That’s way more dramatic, and oddly perfect for what pulses through me right now.It only took several arguments for Cameron, my shadow of five years, to agree to come to this place. He used every excuse in his toolbox, and with a flick of my lock pick, I dismantled them.Along with his composure.I take a deep inhale. Damp earth and something… familiar fills the air. Something that feels oddly like...
Weekly Contest #346
For ten minutes I’ve been fighting with this damn trunk. I’ve lost a hat, the itinerary, and my wits, but it’s closed. Blue jays perch along the wire, offer no assistance except tilted heads, and tiny commentary during the man vs metal match.That’s ok. My dignity has long been stuffed in one of the suitcases.“Honey,” Audrey’s voice reaches me before she does. “We’re running late! We’ll miss our stop to see the giant statue of the bear.”She offers a new copy of my itinerary with a smile.“Sweetheart, it’s made of butter. We’re not missing anyt...
Weekly Contest #345
A suitcase shouldn’t scare anybody.Especially me.I’ve stood in front of three hundred people and dismantled the opponent before they could comprehend a rebuttal. I’ve traveled across the seas, grinding medicinal herbs that would likely kill me if I hadn’t had the guidance from Mom.I even have a thriving Weeping Fig in my reading nook.Flinching isn’t in my vocabulary.This nine by fourteen heathen blankly staring back at me raises my pulse by the second. Anything I want to take with me must fit in this microscopic thing.Everything else—gone.Ma...
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