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Submitted to Contest #339
"Night shift again Bri?" Max popped up from behind the counter. He held a small jar of cinnamon in his hand. "You betcha, big Christie's Auction coming up next week." She watched as he made a beautiful design with the cinnamon on the top of her large latte, today it was an empty frame, how fitting. "Ahh, save me a seat up front." He said, sliding the latte across the counter towards her. "Always Max," Brigid grabbed the large cinnamon latte off the counter and waved goodbye as she headed out of the diner. Heading up 5th Ave, she quickened...
Submitted to Contest #338
"I'm telling you there's something not right about that girl." Scarlett rocked back on the edge of her chair as Eric's voice rose over the chatter. She watched as he and another disappeared into the stacks. Scarlett slid out of the mahogany study nook that she reserved for times such as these and followed them. "You're just jealous, never had someone show you up in every class?" The other voice responded, his voice was higher-pitched but still strong. Scarlett knew this one as well. The stacks that separated the three of them shook as Eric s...
Submitted to Contest #336
Sam and I had been together our entire lives. Thrust together by our parents at a young age, we became fast friends. I can remember the first time we ever met, which is insane to say because we were only four years old at the time, and I don't have many other memories of being four. "I am going to get strawberry. What flavor are you getting?" Sam asked, his freckled face pressed against the glass of Main Street Ice Cream's store window. I had been too shy to respond, thought I knew the flavor I would pick, it was double chocolate chip, I alw...
All my life, it has always been three. Everywhere I turn, I see threes. Three people in front of me in line for coffee at the café. Three cents back for my coffee. I look up at the clock at promptly 3:33 every day. I’ve had three heartbreaks in my life, though I probably could’ve avoided the last one. I even live at 33 Trinity Street.Perhaps I should give some back story here. It wasn’t really all my life. It all started when my irrational mother, for all intents and purposes, took me to our “psychic” neighbor as a baby. Claiming she needed ...
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