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Submitted to Contest #68
*Warning, contains content of child loss that some readers may find upsetting. It had been twenty-four years since she’d seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Twenty-four years to the day, and it was for that very reason that she nearly didn’t go. To come back on the exact same date that she swore she’d never step foot in that place again seemed too much like cruel irony. But it had to be today. Tomorrow might be too late. A crisp wind whipped the leaves up beneath Sharon’s feet and seized her scarf, threate...
Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were already on fire. Since the turn of the season they had been a vibrant display of reds and yellows, but as soon as the flame settled down upon them they erupted into a breathtaking picture of amber and gold. Breathtaking, not because of the beauty of the colours, nor because of the awesome speed at which the small flame spread. But breathtaking fear. It could have been me. It should have been me. If I’d been a good person, if I’d have told the truth, I’d have saved her. Bu...
Submitted to Contest #60
I sit in the cargo hold of an overturned lorry, my legs pulled tightly to my body so that the droplets of rain seeping through the cracks can’t touch me. It has been falling in torrents for hours, like waterfalls pouring from the sky. I doubt it will let up any time soon. I listen to the soothing sound of rushing water flowing down the motorway-turned-river. Water was once a wonderful thing. Now it’s deadly. Leaning my head against the corrugated metal, I pull the toggles of my hood so that the fabric tightens around my face,...
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