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Weekly Contest #42
Linda walked up to the nurses’ station, bracing herself.“Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Paul Harrington. I’m his daughter. I was told he’s been in an accident?”.“Ah, yes.” The nurse scanned the screen in front of her. “May I see some ID, please?”Linda handed over her driver’s license. The nurse looked at Linda as if about to say something, then stopped herself.“He’s in surgery. Please have a seat in the waiting room. We’ll alert you when he’s in recovery.” She handed Linda a buzzer. “Linda! Sorry I just missed you in the parking lot. How’s your ...
Weekly Contest #41
It had been a beautiful spring morning when they set off. Now icy needles of rain from a sudden late spring storm stung Madrigar’s face as she struggled up the narrow, muddy path. Clammy fog rolling down the mountainside reduced her vision to a few yards. Pebbles bounced off into grey silence below as she slipped. Groping along the slick rockface with her fingertips, she suddenly fell into emptiness, landing hard on her knees. Recovering her breath, she realized she was in a small cave. Grateful to be out of the bitin...
Weekly Contest #39
Where the purple silhouette of the mountains met the horizon, the sky was faded gold. It blended up into dusky, red-streaked orange and jade green and faded into the deep ink blue of night. The darkness of the balcony was blocked out with bright yellow rectangles of light from the patio windows behind her. Diane could hear soft music and muted conversation. Out here no one could see her consignment shop dress. She stared enraptured as a shimmering canopy of stars appeared. Evie’s voice broke into her reverie.“Big sis, where are you? What’re ...
Weekly Contest #38
I love my wife and would never do anything to hurt her. Since she disappeared, I don’t think anyone believes me. It all started with the house. It was a fixer upper. I work full-time in construction. Fixing up is the last thing I want to do when I get home, but Kitty’s bipolar and had just started to get better after her most recent bout of depression. Her taking an interest in something was so brilliant that I went along with it. We moved in. When I got home the next evening, she was waiting for me, brandishing a flashlight...
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