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Submitted to Contest #335
Camille-Corot How did we meet? What does it matter how we met? You see us clearly a couple long and deep in love, our minds as much parallel as our hearts intersected, and, in a word, perfectly happy. But because you insist on knowing, and because we are, certainly, far removed in distance and in time from the criminal act that introduced us to each other, I’ll acquiesce in the telling you of that which I’ve thought wise to forget, and gratify your curiosity. I’ve said, then, that we are far removed from the occasion of our meeting, that sma...
Submitted to Contest #330
“Do you know how to turn this on?” my new coworker asked, her head peering from behind the gray, flimsy panel that separated us. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, like myself. It took me a moment to process the unexpected query. Putting my smartphone down, I deduced she meant the computer. “The on button is underneath the screen on the right,” I responded, facing her. “Alrighty, let’s see,” she said, her head disappearing into the cubicle. Perfect silence followed. Curious, I was going to swing around to check when she exclaimed, “Found...
Submitted to Contest #324
A Sentimental Sketch The following diary entry belongs to William Hodges, Captain Cook’s painter on his voyage to discover Terra Australis. August 5, 1774 ― Georg saw my drawings of Sophy, and I told him all about them. ― I was on deck appreciating the sun’s slip beneath the clouds on the horizon. The beauty of the sunset on the main, so rosy, soon stirred up a longing to return to the previous week, if not a sharp melancholy about my future with Sophy that would not be. So I took out her sketched profile in a bid to sooth my heart―and savor...
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