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Weekly Contest #231
Annie asks me if I want to go for a ride in the car. She should know by now she really doesn’t have to ask. I jump off the couch, sprint to the door, and look back at her. Annie laughs, which is by far my favorite sound. It’s even better than the sound of the fridge door opening and my dish being put on the counter. She opens the car door and straps me in. Annie likes to talk to me in the car. As she drives, she informs me the year is now “twenty twenty four” and it’s a good time to make our “reslooshuns” for the new year. Annie says for her...
Weekly Contest #230
I open my eyes and alarm starts to build as I take in my unfamiliar surroundings. I’m lying in a single bed with plain white sheets and a thin, white blanket. To my right is a phone, lamp, and two framed photos. One is a photo of me with a man I don’t recognize. I’m smiling at the camera, and he is smiling at me. The other is of a man and woman who look as though they are in their thirties. It’s unclear whether they are a couple or why I’d have a photo of them. There are no other photos or mementos in the room. It’s a tidy room with an ordin...
Weekly Contest #229
“Merry Christmas,” the voice whispers. “I’m just here to check your vitals.” Opening my eyelids feels like trying to lift a shovel with two feet of wet snow on it. Please let it be shorter. From the glow of the heart rate monitor, my stomach drops as I see it looks longer, if anything. The red line runs from the infected cut in my swollen hand up my arm tracing its way a few inches past my elbow. I’m too frightened to ask what will happen when the red line finishes connecting the dots between my hand, elbow, and heart. “Vitals are the same: ...
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