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Submitted to Contest #338
OVER THE HEART Mother Jasper lifted the book reverently from the shelf and paged through it with care. A faint, moldy scent drifted from the turning pages, the movement disturbing dust motes floating in the thin shaft of light that slipped through the gap where the heavy curtains didn’t quite meet.“Let’s see what I have,” she murmured.Mary hadn’t expected the harsh Inner City accent, nor the fact that Mother Jasper was probably her own age—or younger. She didn’t know what she had expected a fortune teller to look like, but this wasn’t it. S...
Submitted to Contest #337
He was already at the coffee shop when I entered. In spite of never having met him before, I knew it was he instantly. There was an uncanny sense of looking in a mirror, of seeing myself but with a different hairstyle. He must have had the same sense, because he stood as soon as I walked in and reached out his hand. “Michael Winston,” he said, a small shake in his voice. “Elizabeth Alston,” I replied, feeling the sweaty grip of his hand. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” he asked. I nodded, and he went to the counter. I don’t even know why I...
Submitted to Contest #277
I was born a prince. While I may not look impressive now, it doesn’t matter, as I was the 12th child of His Royal Majesty and too distant from the throne to ever aspire to the crown. I found joy in playing by the pond in the castle garden and listening to the stories told by the Jesters during the breaks between banquets. Being the youngest, my presence often went unnoticed. Although not necessarily shy, I felt more at ease with my thoughts than with the empty flattery of banquet conversations. My own thoughts were my preferred companions, a...
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