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Submitted to Contest #53
“Oh, gross,” Mina whispers. Her face contorts into a look of disgust. Sticky red liquid drips steadily from her strawberry popsicle, collects on her chest, and runs down the front of her swimsuit. Coda plods across the scorching cement and hands Mina a paper towel, which she immediately shoves down the front of her black one-piece. “This is torture,” Mina sighs, referencing the extreme heat she’s sitting in more than the melted popsicle. “Are you kidding?” Coda smirks, masterfully eating a fudge pop without losing a drop. “...
Submitted to Contest #26
Mina closes her eyes and draws in a deep breath. She pats her thigh to the beat of the click track coming through her headphones. It’s been a long day. She’s in the middle of recording vocals for a song she wrote less than twenty-four hours ago. It should have been one or two takes, tops. But her voice keeps breaking at the key change. Her producer, Jim, is patiently sitting outside the booth, his hands folded in front of his mouth, praying that Mina can finally wrap this song. She barely even opens her mouth before she freezes. She kn...
Submitted to Contest #23
Scruffy dark hair falls over Coda’s face as she slams her combat boots against the car’s gas pedal. A whispered string of expletives pass her lips. Hearing the tires grind against the icy snow drifts lining the highway, she throws herself back against the driver’s seat.This is not how Coda and Mina’s spontaneous getaway was supposed to end. “Shit, we aren’t gonna make it back for the show,” Coda groans, looking over at Mina beside her. The two women, growing tired of fast food and dick jokes on their North American tour, rented a car i...
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