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Weekly Contest #335
She took a deep, deliberate breath, then coughed as she hung up the phone. Therapy sessions hadn’t been working the way they used to. Maybe it was time for a new therapist, she thought. She sat for a few minutes, contemplating her next move—yoga or an old movie were the first options that came to mind. She coughed again, then sneezed, her sandy brown hair bouncing forward. A general malaise settled over her, and she knew she was at the early, critical point of an illness.Damn, I know I’m out of vitamin C and zinc tablets, she thought.It was ...
Weekly Contest #244
Samuel reached in his back pocket. He pulled out an aged photo of two girls in front of an old cathedral. One woman had beautiful long black wavy hair. It was the first time he noticed that some of her hair covered her soft lips. The woman with black hair was smiling and had her arm around a younger girl, who also had similar hair, but clearly was much younger. It was his daily reminder of everything he needed. Sam wiped his dirty forehead and put the photo back in his pocket, satisfied. He turned to his next job, as was heading over he caug...
Luci paced back and forth. The expressions on her face seemed like a small fire, constantly changing but emitted enough heat to be felt. Soutares couldn’t keep looking at her face, because he didn’t want to lock onto her eyes. Her eyes were a piercing black that had no end in them. He didn’t want to go down that path. “You are sure it was him? This is an unexpected move.” She asked. He noticed her voice was smooth and continued to stare at the floor. “You are sure it was him?” she repeated.“Yes, I saw him with my own eyes.” Souta...
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