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Submitted to Contest #270
Maybe it's the way he pulled out the chair for me when we were seated in the corner of the quiet restaurant. Or the dimness of the light cast by the jeweled chandelier. Or the lightness in my head from that second martini. Something flutters to life in my belly when he says in that low voice, "What do you want, Chloe?" I'm perfectly fine, I should say. I live on my own, I cook my own meals, I pay my own bills. I work a decent enough job, and I date a nice man named Marcus. I have no business meeting with strange, accented men in Michelin-sta...
Submitted to Contest #269
Rich turned the key in the door of his 2004 Toyota Corolla and heaved a sigh. Last night's storm had dissipated to a light sprinkle, now coating his windshield with a fine layer of opaque glitter. He reached into the car for his scraper and began attempting to rectify the situation, but it was useless. The sparkling mist was still falling. Surrendering, he dropped into the driver's seat, glitter fluttering from his clothes into every crevice of his freshly detailed car. Damned near impossible to get the stuff out. The windshield wipers ...
Submitted to Contest #268
"There's been an accident." But she was supposed to bring the sour cream. "Her husband was with her in the vehicle. He's unconscious. You were listed as her next of kin." If she doesn't bring the sour cream, I can't make Crazy Chocolate Cake. "Ma'am, I don't know what --" Did I say that out loud? "If you know her next of kin, you ought to know her birthday, right?" A pause. "Says here September 10th, 1991." "And today is September 9th. So I am making her favorite cake, because it's her birthday, but I forgot the most important ingredient -- ...
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