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Submitted to Contest #74
I've always enjoyed driving in silence.No, not always. When I got my first car, I drove through ear-splitting noise. I’d made my first forage into what I called ‘non-radio’ music, moving away from mainstream hits and discovering a wonderful symphony of indie and punk rock bands. That was back in the days before Spotify, where you still had to download the music you wanted to listen to, and burn CD’s on Windows Media Player. I’d borrow ten albums a week from the library, create illegal copies of the ones I liked, and return to take more the f...
Submitted to Contest #67
I slip into the hotel robe, feeling the soft material brush against my shoulders, allowing the relaxation to wash over me like a wave. Who says spa days aren’t for men? The therapist has left the room, leaving me to dress myself. I fumble my feet awkwardly into the oversized slippers and head for the door. Which way was the pool again? A quick look left and right. A long corridor leads back to the changing rooms and reception where I entered. I head in the other direction, reckoning that as I didn’t see a pool on the way down here, it mu...
Submitted to Contest #10
The quiet is the first thing I notice as I step outside. The air is cold, biting into my skin, causing a shiver to run up my spine. I rub my arms and exhale heavily, watching my breath mist up in front of me. Somewhere in the distance, a bird begins to chirp, a melodic tune, rising and falling with a steady rhythm. The neighbours’ Christmas lights have been left on overnight – they dance and flash beside me, an unnatural performance interrupting the quiet country morning. I turn my eyes away and...
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