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Submitted to Contest #249
This story contains themes of death, mental health. Mentions of toxic relationships are also present. Please use discretion. When the GPS ate it, Clover was near sleep, sandal-clad feet on the dash. The car seat was reclined as far as it could go, stitching and French-braided hair pressing patterns into her bare neck. The sky was black as it could be that far into the brush, a fat moon hanging yellow in the sky, the constellations eating at the dark. Lyla was squinting at the road’s vanishing point, hands at ten and two. She swore at the ge...
Submitted to Contest #224
“I can’t sleep.” Dex says, hands hovering limp over the keyboard. Polly raises her eyebrows and slowly approaches the chair opposite him. It is an uncomfortable rounded fabric thing, something one might find in a bank or, in this case, an office. She slumps into it all the same, pushing her cat-eye glasses up her nose in what appears to be judgement. Despite her temperament, she is a good secretary. She has been with Dex for many years, and is oftentimes the only thing preserving him from ruin. “Not until this job is finished.” He ...
The alarm clock radio buzzed like a transmission coming through to a post-apocalyptic bunker. The king bed shook as if the house were coming down. Wrought with nausea, I glanced at my husband, his brown hair tousled, his face half obscured by the linen comforter. His chest rose with a shaky snore, and fell with a soft exhale. He had been asleep for hours with no interest in waking, having taken no notice in the buzzing. Then again, Michael noticed very little. He didn’t notice when the number 7 followed me for months, he didn’t notice the my...
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