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Submitted to Contest #220
Tom clicked on the television and sat on his favorite chair near the fireplace. He placed the crocheted blanket over his lap and settled into the velvet chair he had owned since his thirties. He felt the smooth ridges of every carefully knotted piece of yarn on the yellow blanket which his mother had spent years making just for him. This piece of clothe was one of the only things he had left from his childhood, which he couldn’t remember very well. People would say Tom was a sort of sentimental type. He kept old bullet shells from his...
Trigger warning: Gore, violence and slight mentions of substance abuse I sat down in my navy blue swivel chair and turned on the monitors. I had just clocked in to my night shift at the Colorado Penitentiary. The chair creaked as I put all my wait on the seat. The locker behind me slammed shut and I turned around to bid goodbye to the day-shift worker, Sam. “Watch out for Barry tonight,” She warned, “He’s been up to his old tricks again.” “Thanks, Sammy,” I responded, “Have a good night. Tell that old man of yours I said ‘hi’.” Sam wa...
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