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Weekly Contest #286
Leave. I couldn’t see her on the sonogram until the doctor pointed her out. Snowy static and flickering shadows, like an untuned television set. Then whispers of limbs started to emerge. Curled knees tucked close to a head, partially illuminated like a waxing crescent moon. Tilted as if listening to secrets. A tiny kidney bean. She looked like me. My body curled just like that. Like in the beginning when we spent whole days in bed together, her dad and I. Him pressed against my back, knees slotted behind mine like a jigsaw. My chin resting ...
Weekly Contest #285
You know, I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met you. I remember it so clearly. Charlie and I were hauling our luggage and Cockapoos into the caravan, sweating in the wool jumpers we’d put on when we’d set off from rainy Chester that morning. The Donegal sun was unusually intense for June, scorching the dazzling white sands of the wide beach that would be our home for a few days. We normally rented a house in town, but it was getting harder to find dog-friendly places. And I liked the idea of waking up to the salty tang of the A...
Weekly Contest #284
“Sorry, can I just…?” “Sorry, sorry…” I unbuckled and slid from my seat into the aisle, smiling deferentially and wincing inwardly as the metal armrest jammed into my buttock. A sweatsuit-clad beast slouched into the row and grunted into 11A, immediately snapping the window blind shut. He fumbled for the seat belt, made a futile attempt to buckle it, then extended it by eight inches before trying again. I slipped back in to my seat next to him. It wasn’t even my seat. I had paid extra to book seat 7A online, which had a free adjacent seat a...
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