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Submitted to Contest #329
Jim stood up, brushing the leaves and dirt from his blue twill pants, and wiped a smudge from his cheek. The night smelled like rain and pine, the kind of damp, earthy cold that seeped into the bones. Fog clung low to the ground like some lazy old hound that refused to get up. Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out his silver watch. He didn’t need the glow; he knew the weight of 3:00 a.m. by instinct alone, but old habits die hard, or in his case, didn’t die at all.Another shift had begun.He set off down the gravel path, boots crunching ...
Submitted to Contest #328
It was a cold, dark, snowy morning. Chloe Vance jumped out of the shower, dripping and freezing, unable to find the one clean towel she’d forgotten to wash. Her phone, which had been ringing nonstop, started up again. She snatched it. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Ms. Chloe Vance?” a dry voice asked. “I’m calling about your great-grandfather, Ellis Vance. He’s passed away.” Chloe leaned against the wall, the cold tile shocking her bare skin. She said nothing, trying to place the name. Ellis. The musician. She hadn't seen him since she was a toddl...
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