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Submitted to Contest #263
The cold marble counter presses against my lower back as I lean on it. I wear the same crop top he had complimented the first time we made love in his art studio. Had he noticed I was wearing it today? Probably not. Definitely not. Why did knowing that make the knot of anguish in the pit of my stomach tighten just a little more? After all I had done, one would imagine that the agony would dissipate and morph into something else, something numb, like the tough skin of a scar. I thought it had. But seeing him again made me realize that the wou...
Submitted to Contest #262
Please note that this story contains mature language. If I had more energy, I'd re-enact the Wicked Witch of the West's infamous "I'm melting" monologue because it is hot as balls out here. I don't have any energy left, nor do I think the present company would appreciate the rendition. Not that anyone is nearby. I am alone, which seems to be my lot in life these days. I had begged my mother not to make me go to the family reunion. Fresh off of my first year of college, I only wanted to spend my first weekend back home sleeping in my bed. I ...
Submitted to Contest #261
God, how do I make them understand? I needed to thank him…somehow. Is he a him? I really hope I'm not misgendering them. I'll have to learn how that all works…wherever we go. Jesus, how can this be real? I should rest. But they might leave. What if I never see him again? No, I need to do this now. I have to thank him for saving my life.***It had been six months of staying indoors. The weather advisory reports were stark. All over the world, people were dying of heatstroke. Entire cities had been displaced because of the rising temperatures. ...
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