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Weekly Contest #70
A bolt of lightning flashed, reflecting in Emerson’s forbidding green eyes. “Put it back.” Chess darted his eyes from Emerson to the heirloom between his fingers and back again. “But I—it’s not what you—” His earnest denial wouldn’t form. “Marisol! We’ve caught him red-handed.” Chess’s sister approached the lighted doorway and stood beside her older brother, looking into the dark library at Chess’s guilty demeanor. “Mari—I wasn’t—I was just—” “Oh, Chess. How could you?” Marisol’s head drooped and Chess could hear her sigh of disap...
Weekly Contest #68
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Her eyes locked onto the familiar face across the dining room. After all this time he’d changed as little as the façade of his award-winning restaurant. Only slightly gray around the edges of his face with deepened crows feet and those lovable laugh lines. The cleft in his chin was still as defined. His eyes just as sparkling as always, even at this distance. She practiced the opening line of her speech one more time as she slowly made her wa...
Weekly Contest #24
“Every bone in my hands aches!” Genevieve grimaced as she held her curled fingers in the direction of her lover. “I know.” Jake cradled her hands in his as he looked down into her gentle green eyes. “But it’s hot on our trail. We have to keep moving.” He wrapped her arm around his neck and helped her up from the grassy ground with a wince. Those gentle eyes filled with concern as she looked at him. “How’s your back?” “Could be better.” She tried to take more of her own weight. “Last time he caught us was rough, huh?” “Could‘ve been wors...
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