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Submitted to Contest #312
There was a mourning dove peering at him from its iron-wrought perch. Oil-slick beady eye glittering like obsidian. Sleek purple-gray feathers like sheets of hammered aluminum. Once AnDy had saved a mechanical bird that was modeled after a mourning dove. It had broken from its filigree cage (somehow. It didn’t have any kind of AI. It was an automaton that cycled through the same actions over and over again. Breaking from it’s cage was not among those actions.) It had gotten up onto the grimy windowsill that looked out to the alley and it coo...
Submitted to Contest #257
Virgil had risen above the actors. The air was cooler up in the fly space. Musty, metallic, muted. Macbeth (Michael) was stumbling over his lines below. Virgil had wanted to be an actor. Now he had loftier goals. His thin arms trembled as he reached for the batten above him to steady himself. His entire body swayed with his every movement like a bough of a half-felled tree despite four crew members below holding the base of the lift steady. The cold batten provided no assurance in his slick grip, as it was suspended in the fly space with ste...
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