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Submitted to Contest #314
It didn’t take a psychic to see what was in her letter. She’d found me and wanted to be part of my life. What life? You’re not exactly living La Vida Loca. Why not let go of the past? I didn’t want to argue with myself today. The warm breeze scattered the sycamore leaves I had swept into a neat pile earlier, providing a welcome break from the scorching August heat, made worse by the unusual heatwave. Reed would arrive soon. I half wished he wouldn’t come. No, you don’t. I do. He’s another person you should forgive. It’s not his fault he ...
Submitted to Contest #309
"I'll have a Manhattan—but hold the Manhattan bits," I said, sliding onto the red leather stool at Bar Forty-Seven, named for its spot by the United gate. The tattooed bartender raised her perfectly manicured eyebrows at me before asking, "Do you want the whiskey neat or over ice?" "Neat, and then maybe you can add in the other stuff for my second." "I'll have what she's having, but make mine a double. And pour us some of that Whistle Pig. My treat. Charles," he said, extending his hand. "Mind if I join you?" Charles. Not Chuck. If I hadn't...
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