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Submitted to Contest #285
The phone was ringing. The girl stood in her apron, hair tied up in a bun, staring tiredly at the pink contraption hanging on the wall. It wasn’t often the phone rang. She grabbed the curly cord hanging down like an afterthought and twirled it around her fingers listening to the shrill ring a couple more times. She sighed and reached for the handset. “Good evening, this is Sarah speaking.” Immediately, the husky, pleading voice she knew all too well came through the tiny speaker. “Miss Sarah, finally. I’d begun to think you’d left me to pine...
Shortlisted for Contest #281 ⭐️
Tick, tick, tick. The party started at eight-thirty, but nobody could recall when the man arrived. The lady with the pink boa, quite extravagant for such an occasion, swore she saw him dance in. He swept through the double doors, she said, with a flourish so dramatic it must have been rehearsed. Surprisingly, this grand gesture had drawn no attention besides her curious eyes. The lady with the pink boa had noticed other people at the party too, for she had a knack for noticing things. Not the things most people paid attention to. No, h...
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