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Submitted to Contest #245
The white cat appeared while everyone from the coffee shop was outside, looking heavenwards through cardboard glasses reminiscent of the three-D glasses moviegoers in the ‘50s wore. Everyone was standing on the dark sidewalk except the waitress, who was behind the shop’s counter rummaging through a purse. She continued to rummage under the bar and through order pads and apron pockets until the sunlight returned and the eclipse watchers, chatting amongst themselves, strolled back inside. Merging into the group, the cat slunk through the door ...
I walked into my apartment, kicked off my high heels and slipped out of my uncomfortable skirt. For the first time today, I could breathe. In my bedroom, I hung up my work clothes and put on my paint clothes. Tonight was Tuesday night, my favorite night of the week. A night when I put on a smock and taught others how to paint. A night when I finally put my art degree to use. The degree that caused my Uncle Ted to ask, “What will you do with that?” And my Aunt Janice to say it was a waste of time and money even though I had enjoyed every sec...
Submitted to Contest #129
My heart pounded. Beads of perspiration formed along my hairline. “He’s right behind you. Run!” I shouted.Oh, this is ridiculous, I told myself as I threw my e-reader onto the couch beside me. This was why I hated crime novels. I hated being scared. How could anyone enjoy it? I was only reading this book for work. Tomorrow, I was covering a lecture by Alistair Sterling, my current novel’s author, about banned books, particularly, the book I was reading, which was prohibited from many school and county libraries. No wonder. Who wanted to read...
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