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Submitted to Contest #285
TW: murder, sexual assault allegations The bar is a graveyard, Amen a tomb. He lifts his hand, rim of glass to rim of lip, does not drink, cannot drink, sets it back down. Mug on old wood, it's the only sound in the room. He hears a rustling and turns to the window and she is behind it, twenty five years ago, a sibylline thing of a girl; she is walking towards him. “You’re the new transfer boy at school, hm?” she says, perfect hand on perfect hip. His beer disagrees with him. He gulps it back down. “Me?” His beer disagrees with him aga...
Submitted to Contest #33
“What do you think of this one, then?” I’m standing in front of the mirror, turning on each side to see how best it fits. The dress hugs my torso perfectly, but I think it looks a bit funny at the hip area; I don’t have much to fill it up, I’ll be honest. The yellow colour might be a bit too bright for my complexion, though? I turn around a bit more, hoping he would notice the flattering illusion bateau neckline on my chest. Adam is relaxed on the bed behind me, right leg crossed casually over the left, a sports magazine propped high to...
Submitted to Contest #2
The water trickles down my neck slowly, warm and silent. The heat in the shower does a poor job melting away the ice in my toes; it was chilly last night. I have been standing here for three thousand seconds, this bathroom. I know this, because I’ve been counting. Thinking. I’m too afraid to move. Too afraid to feel. I’m too afraid to look anywhere. Especially in that mirror by the door. Above that sink that’s now full of shards, and water, and my blood. I saw her last night. “Habibi, are you still in there?” I ca...
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