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Submitted to Contest #156
“Don’t you remember?” Grandma does not need to reply. I can see it on her face and read it in her eyes, this mix of disbelief and sadness. She genuinely does not remember. This is not new, or uncommon. It just seems to happen more and more frequently lately. She denied it at first, she swore her memory was as good as ever. She even went as far as to claim that I was making things up or simply imagining things. But with time, she has accepted that she simply does not remember as much as she used to. Old age. I sigh. A soft sigh thou...
Submitted to Contest #104
« Are you coming tonight? » I look up, surprised. M is standing in the doorway to my bedroom, waiting for my answer with a big smile on his face. I don’t understand why he’s just asked me if I’m coming out as I think the answer is pretty obvious. I’m in bed in my pyjamas bingewatching Friends for the umpteenth time with my chocolate supply strategically placed on the bedside table. My dinner tray is on the floor because I couldn’t be bothered taking it back to the kitchen. Sure I’m 25 and it’s 10pm on Saturday night. But does it ...
Submitted to Contest #89
Was she really going to do it? What did she have to lose anyway? And surely he would want to know, wouldn’t he? She hesitated for a second, then took a deep breath and rang the bell. *** She had never been to that part of town. It was the nice area, the kind of area where people had fancy cars, a little lane going up to the porch and a little curated garden at the front of the house. Probably an even bigger garden at the back, away from the street and prying eyes. The bus came to a stop and she stepped out. She started walking sl...
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