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Weekly Contest #230
The clock showed 07.03 AM. Rob perched on the black living room sofa, tying his shoelaces as his mother came down the stairs. "You woke up early," She said in her brown sleeping robe, going to grab a glass in the kitchen. Her eyes were glancing at her son while filling the glass with water, wondering where he was leaving for this early Saturday morning. "Did work call you in today?"But Rob didn't answer. His eyes were empty, staring at his shoelaces which he just finished knitting."Rob?" Asked mother again."Yes?" He snapped from his day...
“I hate this weather,” Barry complained in whisper while closing his wet umbrella after he slammed the door of his white van. Barry was 27th, short but toned, with eyeglasses. He was sitting on the driver's seat of a delivery van he’s been driving for roughly 2 and a half years. He just bought himself his usual lunch, two glazed donuts with lychee squash laying in the bottom of a brown paper bag inside a wet plastic bag on the passenger seat beside him. Behind him, stacks of various-size-boxes lay. Barry sighed as he carelessly threw...
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