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Submitted to Contest #52
The road was long, but she knew where she was going. Her hand grasped the steering wheel in the two and ten o’clock position. The wheel was cold, but not as cold as it had been where she first got in the car. The interior of the car, along with the wheel, was heating up due to the exhaust of the car. She gripped it tight, paying close attention to the road. Lights attached to big commercial buildings flew in and out of her sight as the car drove along the nearly empty street. These lights were her old friends, never changing or leaving. If...
Submitted to Contest #51
I glanced up at the stars as I ran out of the small cafe, following Melody. They shone bright in the sky, appearing here as they appear anywhere else in the world. But, in the middle of the town, they weren’t nearly as bright as the stars in the countryside by campus. Perhaps that was for the best. “Melody!” I cried out in desperation. “Look at me,” I pleaded, hoping she would turn around. “I never meant any of this to happen.”“Well it did,” Melody shot back as she turned to face me on the cobblestone street. She was glaring at me with ...
Submitted to Contest #50
They had decided to meet in a new restaurant where their old diner used to be. Mike, as always, was waiting for her. It was good to see that even after all these years, she could count on him to be punctual. Before entering the door, she folded the letter he sent her back into her purse and let her gaze travel from his smart black shoes up to his speckled white and gray hair. He looked good. She could still see hints of the younger man before her. “Rose,” he called to her, standing up as she st...
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