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Submitted to Contest #140
“I remember when this was an awful lot easier,” Jeff spluttered, tugging the metal shutter upward for the final time. He lowered his gaze instinctively, knowing from years of experience that the early morning sun glinting off the windows would be enough to temporarily, and painfully, blind him. Every morning, since long before his hair turned gray and began to depart, Jeff had completed the whole ritual of opening his Pawnshop on auto-pilot. Not today though. On this, his last day as a shop owner, he savored every moment of it; the way the l...
Submitted to Contest #81
He’s going to love this so much. The dinner table looked exactly as it had exactly a year ago, the night that he proposed. I’d taken so many photos of the evening, it had made it easy to replicate the setup. I’d even driven across town to the specific butcher that we’d gotten the leg of lamb from that day, to go with the carefully prepared cheddar and chive mash I’d made. I knew there was a good chance he wouldn’t realise it was the anniversary of our engagement, but that didn’t matter, he’d remember once he saw the dining room. I glanced a...
Submitted to Contest #60
Content warning: suicide attempt, allusions to rape. The world had become a wasteland. Until it happened, Tabitha hadn’t understood what that truly meant. When she had read it in novels, seen it pictured on screen in movies, she hadn’t fully appreciated what it meant. Now that she was living in it, she would do anything to not know anymore. All around her, the empty ground had been ruined. What had begun as a few potholes in the street had become gaping holes in the tarmac. Houses were no longer homes, only abandoned buildings with broken...
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