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Weekly Contest #292
Meryl was thirty-two years old, no children, never married, but with the heart of a literal stranger beating inside her. Not literal the way kids use it today, I literally died. No. No, you most certainly did not. She hadn’t either. Thanks to the heart of a stranger who had. She could not stop obsessing over the heart. She could not bring herself to say her heart. The heart belonged to someone else. Someone who no longer needed it, yes, but it wasn’t really hers. Where was her heart now? Incinerated? In a landfill? She made a mental note to ...
Weekly Contest #280
“I thought you were a polecat!” “Well I ain’t no polecat!” “I’m packin’. Now back outta there nice and slow.” “You about a hundred! Packin’?” “I am ninety-one and a half years young. Didn’t your momma teach you any manners?” “My momma never taught me nuthin,’ and I ain’t no polecat.” “What are you doing in my potting shed? I’m calling the police.” “Go ahead. Call ‘em.” “You think I’m joking?” “Nah. I think you just one more grown-up lookin’ to break me. To break my heart.” “Child, a heart is not made to be broken and thrown away. A heart can...
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