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Submitted to Contest #114
“What the hell? Why didn’t they explode?” Musa asked Sipho as they strained to see the oil storage tanks in the distance. They were perched on a ridge about two miles from the refinery where they had planted four limpet mines at around midnight. It was now 2 a.m., and the bombs should have gone off precisely on the hour. “What do we do?” Sipho asked. “It would take us too long to go back and adjust the timers. It will be daylight. We’d easily be spotted.” “Let me think,” Musa said. As the leader of the operation, he would have to call it o...
Submitted to Contest #106
“Do you mean I’m fired?” Edmund asked his boss, Clive Stanway. The day had started like any other workday. Edmund had risen early, fed his cat, Chloe, exercised, and walked to work from his home in the Logan Square neighborhood of Philadelphia. It was a pleasant early summer day, sunny and not yet humid. Edmund’s walk was a brisk 15-minutes door-to-door, and the lovely weather put a spring into his step. While striding, he remembered how, as a child, he was so good at skipping great distances, outpacing his playmates in races. Edmund worked...
Submitted to Contest #105
Islands Erskine Karl Fucking Kiawah Island again, Andrea thought. Couldn’t they come up with somewhere new for once? Her family had been going to the same vacation place each summer since she was eight years old. The beach was pleasant, and you could ride a bicycle from one end of the island to the other, but that grew tiresome after two days. She had agreed to stay for five nights, cutting her time with her family short, but it would still feel like forever. She had arrived two days late, and her parents and brother had already slippe...
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