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Submitted to Contest #223
Jessie had entered the university library under the pretense of work, but if she was being honest with herself, she had come to find a place to cry. The campus buzzed with the stress of year end exams, papers and projects, and on this particular evening it had boiled over and her eyes brimmed at the thought of her own incompetence. The old librarian glanced over her spectacles as Jessie hurried past the front desk, her backpack nearly knocking over a stack of fliers. She cast her eyes down, afraid to look at anyone, afraid her tears might be...
Submitted to Contest #180
Maxim hated being good. He sat quietly at the dinner table, trying to slouch as best he could in the straight-backed hotel restaurant chair. His parents were sipping their wine and droning on about some boring adult conversation related to insurance and the recent rise in taxes. “Taxes are the onus of the people, and yet the government is determined to break our backs!” Maxim’s father said loudly. His mother nodded her agreement and took a long sip of her chardonnay. Maxim looked around, trying to find anything else to occupy his...
Submitted to Contest #111
“This is the order for table five,” Mariana said, handing a tray laden with four identical, beautifully-made lattes, complete with lovely little heart designs in the foam. “Remember the order, serve them starting with the upper left…” Natalie cut her off. “I know, I’ll be careful, don't worry.” She snaked her way through the old varnished wooden tables where four twenty-somethings sat talking and laughing. The bustling coffee shop was Natalie’s summer job, and weekend job at times if she was being honest. Her mother...
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