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Submitted to Contest #221
Eugene C. McLean Jr Word Count: 2,154 162 South 23rd Street Defuniak Springs, Florida 32435 Email: eugenemclean802@gmail.com Loreley By Eugene C. McLean Jr “You better get to making things right before it’s too late, Michael Bennett!” grumbled the old woman in the corner of the store through a nearly toothless mouth stained with chewing tobacco. “How do you know who I am?” Bennett asked impatiently. A moment of deathly silence...
Submitted to Contest #65
Elias Miller was staring at the old man sitting in a lone chair in the corner of the restaurant and wondering to himself, “Does that guy even know he’s dead?” When the scritching of a chair’s legs on the wood floor diverted his attention. “That’s ‘Charlie’s Chair’. No one sits there except him”. The woman who set herself across the table from Miller softly spoke. Unbidden, she continued to elaborate on the subject at hand. “Every night after work, he would come in, and sitting in that chair, he would read the newspaper while sipping his cof...
Submitted to Contest #64
Trigger warning: sexual assault on a minor Sheriff William Johnson should have been in his bed sound asleep at one in the morning on this steamy July night but that wasn’t happening. If he had gotten a total of six hours of “Rest” in the last seventy-two, it would have surprised him. The events of the last three days precluded any peaceful slumber. It had been over fifteen years since anyone had died by anything other than natural causes or a farm-related accident in Gerald County’s little corner of Texas. The events on the evening of...
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