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Weekly Contest #345
Fort Barraux, 20 March 1941My love,It’s been exactly two years, five months, and seventeen days since we last spoke.I long to feel your breath and inhale your scent, falling asleep in your embrace, even if it meant facing bombs, hunger, and sorrow. The only things that have gone missing from my life are the bombs. Everything else is still here, clinging to my skin day and night.My love, did I tell you they moved us to Fort Barraux? We arrived a week ago. They relocated the undesirable foreigners once more. Still in the mountains, but six hun...
Weekly Contest #343
After three months of indecision, she arrives at the front. The air ripples and gleams like molten glass.Anne jumps down from the back of the truck and dusts off her trousers and the embroidered collar of her once-white shirt. Her back aches. It took eight hours to reach Brunete, and the canvas she rested on offered no protection from the metal joint she had to lean on.Her legs falter. Unbearable heat.A courtyard made of compacted soil. A huge, two-story, gray stone building, flanked by two hangars. Many soldiers lined up in formation, equip...
Weekly Contest #254
Here we go again. Stiff, sweaty, uncomfortable, at yet another dance party he didn't want to attend; steering at the changing couples from one dance to another, noticing secret glances and remembering the beautiful summer evenings in the country.He genuinely had no choice. This year he must accompany his mother and sister to all the made up by the ton parties. Brianna, his younger sister, made her debut.So he sits and waits for hours, just like the porters stuck up at the door. He, for one, has no intention of making even a non-compulsory ge...
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