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Everything hurts. It’s 4 o’clock in the morning, and the alarm goes off when I realize this. I lay there in the dark wondering what time is it? It cannot be time to get up already. I just went to bed, and everything hurts. Only a couple thousand more days and I can retire. Until then I have to get up every morning even when every fiber of my being resists. The reason I can do this is lying next to me. My life, the person I’ve loved for more than half our lives. As I stumble out of the room and shut the door I can hear his...
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How long had it been? Taylor glanced at her watch. It read 11:43 a.m. just as it had the three times she’d checked it before. Had it stopped? She didn’t know, because all around her it seemed as if everything had stopped. Except her. She was the only thing moving in the office. Stopped, in mid-sip of the latte he drank every day, was her boss Pete Elliott. Eyebrows raised, lips pursed to blow on the hot liquid, and tendrils of steam suspended in the air above the cup. He didn’t move. He hadn’t moved. ...
Weekly Contest #77
Stepping out Everything was blue. It was like a whiteout blizzard, only blue she marveled as she stared out a small window. And it wasn’t even like it was shades of blue. Everything, all around her, was the blue of the sky. It was really pretty, actually, but it was so same everywhere. This could get disorienting in a hurry, she thought, as she placed a hand to her forehead hoping that would make the room stop spinning. She noticed she wasn’t breathing when things began to gray out. Gray…hey, at least it wasn’t blue, ...
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