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Submitted to Contest #336
“You the new girl? Martinez says I’m supposed to have you floor-ready by next week. I’m Enid, listen close, work quick, and try not to irritate me too much. I’m only running on one cup of joe this morning.” “Understood. Pleasure to meet you. I'm—” "Yeah yeah, we’re already running behind. The other girls have already gone up. Throw those duvets into the machine. I’ll grab the cart. Then we’ll head upstairs. We’ve got the 4th floor to ourselves this morning.” “Yes ma'am.” “Oh no, girl. Don’t use your back like that. Use your legs.” “Sorry, ma...
Submitted to Contest #335
The door opened at 6:17, rushed and chaotic. The clock, however, still read 5:47. It had stopped half an hour ago, but she hadn't bothered. No need to waste a battery on just one session.Dr. Evelyn Reeves set down her pen and straightened in her chair, a gesture so automatic she barely registered it anymore. Thirty-four years of such adjustments. The cardigan needed straightening too. She did that."I'm sorry I'm late," the woman said, "Traffic."Reeves smiled. The smile she'd perfected across three decades, accompanied by a gesture of the han...
Submitted to Contest #333
Content Warning: Includes depictions of hunger, food insecurity, class-based violence, and scenes of induced vomiting. The smell reached him before the door fully opened. Roasted meat. Butter browning in copper pans. Something sweet caramelizing in a distant kitchen. Alex’s mouth flooded. He hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and now his body was making its demands known. His stomach tightened with an ache he struggled to hide.The parlor room unfolded before him in warm amber light, cast by crystal chandeliers. Guests moved through the glow in cl...
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