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Submitted to Contest #49
“Why am I here?”The girl with the pale face does not look up as she asks, but she is waiting all the same. For an answer. Her fingers are buried in atta, and she kneads the dough as if it were her life’s work. Outside the shade of the banyan tree, her sister is following Ram, who is Ram only because he is the chief’s son; and Laxman, who is Laxman only because he could not be Ram.Her sister is Sita, because she is the most beautiful girl in the village.The girl watches her uncle watch the game. He is the man who does their books in the ...
Submitted to Contest #48
Mrs Flanagan had been here twice this week. The fact poked him somewhere between his ribs, and he peered through the shelves at her, willing her to fall dead that very instant. She didn’t, of course. Mrs Flanagan was probably immortal. Or dead. Either way, as she loomed over the stack of new arrivals, it didn’t seem like she would have dealings with the reaper anytime soon. He resigned himself to hating her face instead of her imaginary gravestone.She had already been here twice this week, and now she was here a third time, and there wa...
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