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Submitted to Contest #301
Renee didn’t mean to read the letter. It had been sticking halfway out of her downstairs neighbor’s mailbox for three days. A thin, cream-colored envelope with a red wax seal that looked absurdly dramatic for modern times. Her name—Jocelyn Avery, Apt 3B—was scrawled in old-fashioned cursive. Renee had passed it each day on her way to and from work, frowning at the way the wax crinkled in the summer heat. By the third morning, she’d convinced herself that it would be a shame to let rain ruin it. She plucked it from the box. Just to knock on J...
Submitted to Contest #300
Jamal Thompson was done.Forty-two years old, freshly laid off, no wife, no kids—just a slick résumé and a heart full of regret. He’d spent decades working his way up the ladder at a marketing firm that never saw him as more than “the guy who handles urban accounts.” After they handed him a severance check and a thank-you-for-your-service smirk, he didn’t pack up his office—he packed up his life.The plan was to head west to California—Oakland, to be specific—where an old college buddy promised him a clean start, maybe even a business partners...
Submitted to Contest #299
It all started with a latte. Well, technically, it started with a spilled latte and a rogue llama, but we’ll get there. Carly Evans was having a Monday. Her hair refused to obey gravity in any reasonable direction, her shirt had a stain shaped suspiciously like North America, and she had just found out that her favorite podcast host was arrested for smuggling exotic cheeses across state lines. Emotionally fragile and caffeine-deprived, she dragged herself into Brewzilla Café and muttered her order like a dying walrus. “Triple-shot vanilla oa...
Submitted to Contest #298
The air smelled like fresh coffee and lavender, but Maya’s world still felt muted.It had been eight months since her daughter, Zuri, was born. The world congratulated her on a “beautiful blessing,” but inside, Maya felt stuck in a gray space, unable to connect with the vibrant woman she used to be.She had always been strong, always pushed through — the first in her family to graduate college, the one friends called for advice, the dependable big sister. But postpartum depression didn’t care about her résumé. It snuck into her life quietly, c...
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