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Submitted to Contest #32
She raises the cup up to her lips, steadying the wrist of her left hand with her right. She’s starting to get old. She thinks about going to see a doctor about it, but she’s scared of asking questions she doesn’t want the answer to. For now it’s still manageable. Maybe she’ll ask Matt for advice when he arrives.The door rings.Speak of the devil. The woman pushes herself out of her seat and walks towards the door. The heaviness in her breath doesn’t escape her notice. The doorbell rings again, more insistently this time.Shit.“Hey, Trudy.” Her...
Submitted to Contest #2
Everybody knows the Old Man.An army veteran, hair white as snow turned grey from nights of sleeping on the pavement. One arm extends into a pale hand, turned up towards the sky in a shaky plea. The other arm is a stump. Barely surviving the biting winter, he wears only a grey sweat-stained tank top and ripped-up jeans. ‘Really,’ the women say as they cross the road to avoid him. ‘He could wear something a little more decent, there are children living on this street.’ Yes, they knew the Old Man. And if there ever was a burglary arou...
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