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Weekly Contest #306
Text MeBy Anne Armstrong Where are you? Reese shifted in her seat, clutching her phone. She shot off the text again. Her hands started to shake. She hadn’t eaten in hours. She’d been too anxious to scarf down anything at her tiny apartment.Sorry. Late. The text was short. Abrupt. It reminded her of his picture on Hotfix, which she never should’ve swiped on. He had a sharp, square jaw. Hooded hazel eyes. Dark brows and thick black hair. Why hadn’t she gone for a guy with a good-natured grin? Perhaps because she’d been depressed lately, and di...
Weekly Contest #285
Thunder broke the silence of the night. Ava’s eyes flashed open as lightning struck. The phone clamored in its cradle. She slammed a hand to her racing heart and the other to the receiver. Lifting the speaker to her ear she croaked, “Hello?” Her cat Sweetpea meowed at the door, wondering why she was awake. “Ava, it’s me Jackie,” her sister said in a strained voice. She sat up, pushing her bangs back from her eyes. Flipping on the bedside lamp, she asked, “What is it, Jackie?” She glanced at the clock by the rotary phone. It was three i...
Weekly Contest #271
The computer was crashing again. Marie Hobbs struggled to keep calm. She shot a desperate glance at the small picture she kept of her cat Peaches on the wall beside her computer. She was a petite woman stuck in a tiny cubicle. Her brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Her green eyes were focused on the wavering screen. The customer on the other end of the phone line repeated tersely, “I need my new cell phone today. I told you the model number. What’s taking so long?” &nbs...
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