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Charlene 🧙‍♀️✨ Boyce

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Letting the Magic Happen

Submitted to Contest #96

It was the cleanest and most soulless room in the house. An old single bed made up with a plain blue blanket, a small nightstand, a built-in bookshelf where a closet might be. A single off-size window, too narrow for egress. Luckily, no building inspector had spent the night in here. Janet claimed, to all and sundry, that no one had. It was a tiny room, barely wide enough for the bed and nightstand. The walls were plain white. There was no art. The bookshelf held a set of encyclopedias that had been a good investment in 1952, and now served ...

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It started with a green jacket

Submitted to Contest #95

It started with a green jacket.  It was that kind of early spring day that makes you want to pretend it is much warmer than it is. So when Lindsay got up that morning, she dressed in bright colours and as she headed out the door to the coffee shop, she paused, hand hovering over her warm black trench. Impulsively, she reached further in the closet and grabbed the green jacket.  Wearing the springy colour put an extra bounce in her step, which was just as well, since it was actually still chilly. She got to the cafe a bit earlie...

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Getting My Space Co-op Term

Submitted to Contest #95

I should have paid better attention to the directions, I know, but I was busy thinking about my strengths and weaknesses and how to convince the space agency to hire me in spite of my B- in Astrophysics, so, I had only heard “second floor, turn right.” Now I was facing two doors.  I paused, considering. I was still three minutes early. The stories about the agency’s epic interviews were legendary, so a pause at the last minute to consider and take a deep breath or two wasn’t a bad idea. One classmate said he’d been asked to do a fli...

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Into the Open Air

Submitted to Contest #94

The wedding had been 18 months in planning, and Harry's family had spent over $12,000 on it, so I owed them at least a postcard. I pulled from my backpack purse the tiny money roll and peeled off a five, paid for the postcard and a stamp. What should I say though? That stymied me. Finally, I scrawled, “Sorry, love Lily.” I addressed it and headed across the airport to a mailbox. At the last minute, I pulled out my pen again and added, "It was a dare." It's not like they could possibly think less of me. The departure board showed I had 20 m...

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Rave On

Submitted to Contest #92

I see the blood arc over the lemon just before the lights blink out all over. Pitch black. Sudden silence. Lola’s yelp is harsh. I jump to where the dishcloth should be, call out, “I’ve got the towel, keep it elevated, hold on, where are you?” I hear a slosh, a gulp and then another shriek. “I have lemon in the cut! Hurry! Maybe tequila too. I feel faint.” I bark at her to slide to the floor as I reach her, find her arm and wind the towel around her hand. “Stay here, I’m going to light a candle. Why is the stupid power out?” I stand, whac...

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Monday, Second Shift

Submitted to Contest #52

“MOM’S BIRTHDAY.” The message flashed across my iPhone screen as I glanced at it for the time. Right. I forgot, I had to pick up a gift. There was a lilac cardigan and a bottle of White Shoulders waiting for me at Percy’s Department store. Maybe I’d get her a cupcake too. Not a cake. I squinted at my lumpy thighs. Neither of us needed that. Whoop! I focused on the time. I was going to miss the bus! As I accelerated, I saw the bus stopping a long half block away. I sprinted, yelling. The bus driver waved back as he drove by. Ass. My pulse...

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