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Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” Tatiana asked, shoving her way through the front door of the stranger’s house and closing it quickly behind her. Raindrops dripped from her long, black braids and she wiped her forehead, staring at the man whose home she had just barged into. “Hello!” he shouted. “What the hell? Get out of my house!” She shook her head, holding up both hands in protest. She was quite a bit smaller than him. If the roles were reversed, alarm bells would be wildly wailing in her mind. But this was different. “Get out!” he shouted ag...
Submitted to Contest #54
“Mrs. Shelly?” Sharron Shelly delicately placed her stack of papers on the corner of the desk before she turned to face the doorway. The man standing at the door had startled her, but try as she might, she knew she could only move so quickly these days. She fixed her glasses as they rested on the bridge of her nose and squinted as she tried to make out the face in her classroom doorway. “Mrs. Shelly?” the man repeated. “Yes, yes. That’s me. Who’s there?” she called back. The man hesitated for a moment. He cleared his throat. “My name is ...
Her hair was different. I remember the day she dyed it hot pink after we watched Scott Pilgrim in my basement. Now, staring at me from across the glass jewelry cabinet, I hardly recognized her. A natural brunette, she looked beautiful. More mature, but in a good way. The look of disbelief smeared across her face tells me she didn't recognize me, either. If she had recognized me, I'm willing to bet she wouldn't have asked for my help. Flagging me down from the other end of the store, I realized it was her as I caught a glance of her...
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