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Submitted to Contest #221
The wind whispers threats through bare branches, and clouds race each other across the sky, their edges lit by moonlight. Perfect. I can’t ask for better weather. I check my watch and curse under my breath. I’m late. Trick-or-treaters are already prowling the neighborhood and I haven’t finished setting up. Shouldn’t be a problem. I’m not trying to scare the little ones, just the teenagers, and they don’t usually come out for another couple of hours. As I inspect the stain on my driveway with my flashlight, a trio of tiny superheroes a...
Submitted to Contest #212
“Next.”The girl behind the counter flashes a smile. Kyanna. My stomach flips. God, she’s even cute in a baggy postal uniform. Am I imagining it or is that smile a bit brighter than the one she gave the last customer?I tug the hood of my sweatshirt lower over my eyes, and then fold and unfold the paper in my hand, pretending to read it while holding up my index finger.“Sorry. I’m not quite ready.” I gesture to the guy in line behind me. “You go ahead.”I continue to stare at the paper, occasionally looking up to the station next to Kyanna’s. T...
Submitted to Contest #188
FIRST DATE “Yes” I must have stared at that word for ten minutes. Then I put my phone face down on the passenger seat, dried my palms on my slacks, and tried to slow my racing heart. When I picked up the phone again, that word, that wonderful word, was still smiling at me. I stepped out of the car into the crisp morning air. Not a cloud in the sky. As I crossed the parking lot a flock of blackbirds burst from a nearby tree, racing above my head in one tight circle before returning to their branches, their song calling for the sun to pe...
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