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Submitted to Contest #137
The man stood alone on the balcony in the darkness and gazed broodingly at the moonlit ocean. Every year, on this day, he reflected on a specific event from his past. He was a man who had lived most of his life outside the law. He had managed to succeed and thrive in his chosen line of work and he was a man well respected by his business associates and employees. With his business, he had had to make difficult choices, many with unpleasant consequences. Those choices did not tend to bother him and he rarely gave them a thought. There w...
Submitted to Contest #135
Katrina was just walking through the door when her smartphone started ringing. The rings were muffled because the phone was buried somewhere in the depths of her handbag. She set down the bag of groceries on the nearest and reached into the bag, her hand searching for her phone. She managed to locate it before it went to voicemail. It was her close friend Bethany. “Hello.” “Katrina! Oh, good, glad I caught you.” Bethany sounded out of breath and somewhat agitated. “What’s up, Beth? Is everything okay?” “No, no, it’s not okay, actual...
Submitted to Contest #133
Jackson Andrews looked down at his watch in alarm. Shit! How the hell was it already after six? He hurriedly grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and hastily pulled it on.“What’s the rush?” his co-worker, Steve Prescott, looked at him quizzically, holding up a half-full glass of beer. “He’s gotta get home in time for dinner or Sarina won’t give him any.” Scott Quinlan, another co-worker mocked.“Shut up.” Jackson scowled at him irritably. The three young men had stopped for a few drinks at O’Shea's, a quaint Irish-style pub locate...
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