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Submitted to Contest #225
She pressed a finger to her eye and observed the dark spot that appeared in the opposite corner. A boy had once tried to explain the phenomenon to her. “It’s inversion. If you press too long,” he said, “the cells in your retina suffocate.” After a few seconds, the spot began to radiate a kind of verdigris; it stained the way bright light stains after you look away. Then she realised that this was a silly thing to do, pretentious even, and dropped the finger. A light patter on the window outside had betrayed the onset of rain. The show...
Submitted to Contest #216
The girl was looking at the TV mounted above the bar, watching the small white and red shapes chase around the pitch. She thought they looked like plastic clothes pins. The bar was shaped like a horseshoe; it was coated in a dull bronze glow and getting warm with the night’s business. The girl and three boys were sitting in one corner of the bar. They were all drinking beer, except for the girl who sat with a glass of vodka and coke upon her crossed legs. “So this girl in the office, she sells them?” asked Calum, the boy with his back to th...
Submitted to Contest #215
All told, the weather had threatened to break for days and now was breaking, and everywhere the stiff air cracked under the hoarse crow of thunder. The breeze which spent the afternoon aimlessly harassing the fresh-fallen leaves on the sidewalks of Georgetown had lost itself sometime in the early evening. Shadow lighted quickly upon the flat-topped roofs as the day surrendered to a mire of dense blue cloud. Night was stretching down upon the Key Bridge. Near the middle of the bridge, a man gazed blankly over the top of the mint-green railin...
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