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Submitted to Contest #218
The tang of the salt marsh ignited childhood memories as it pushed through the night to settle into my hair, my clothes. The dampness in the air helped it linger there, melting into my being. Distantly, the crash of waves offered an off-kilter timing to the darkness, like a jazz musician, stretching the beat in one measure and rushing it closed in the next. I stumbled forward in the light of the moon, one foot in front of the other, picking my way through the dune grass. It stabbed my feet through worn and torn shoes, but I persevered. I kn...
Submitted to Contest #187
Dear Florence, My neighbor, Shannon, has asked me to watch her cat while she’s away. I’m not a cat person. Not really. I don’t know how to handle them, and the guys are laughing at me. Also, I’m not sure I can take care of Tigress. I’ve seen her prance across my yard as if she owns the place. That sort of behavior seems off-putting. Possibly triggering. You see, I have this thing about controlling my space. Last week, Tigress chased a lovely pair of goldfinches. Normal cat behavior, right? Except I was lying on the ground a scant two yards a...
Submitted to Contest #127
The mist swirled around the boat, coiling like the World Serpent of legend. Kaza couldn’t see anything but the fog, boat, and water, despite the lanterns hung on the front and rear of his skiff. “I shouldn’t have come alone,” he mumbled into the clinging mist. The butterflies in his stomach began morphing into dragons. Something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. For its part, the mist swallowed his words but otherwise ignored him, except for the all-too-real coil of fog around the boat. Sometimes it would get close enough...
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