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Weekly Contest #366
I should have known better. I feel like I’m in prison. In my own house. There's a photograph of a young woman with long brown hair on the fridge. She has dimples. I know I should recognize her. She reminds me of someone. I am not sure who it is. Sometimes, when the darkness becomes too much, I stand in front of the fridge and stare at the photograph. Somehow, looking at her brings me comfort. Maybe it’s because of her bright smile. I used to love cooking. Now all the kitchen knives have been hidden away, so I can't find them. Oliver say...
Weekly Contest #363
Perhaps an orchid would be better, Gerard thought. It needed little water and even less attention. Last time, the lavender had died faster than she could remember it. He adjusted the strap of his watch as he stood in front of the florist’s window. The florist noticed his hesitation and smiled. He pointed to a purple orchid. “A gift?” she asked. “In a way”. On his way out, he saw the bus stopping at the bus stop. He hurried across the street, lifting one hand to the driver. The doors remained open. "Thank you," he said, slightly out of breath...
Weekly Contest #361
Since I lost my job last month, I walk each day along the waterfront promenade. I never imagined that my summer would end up like this: jobless, alone, and miserable. In my purse I always bring a book with me. When my legs get tired, I sit by the sea and read. It's like having a best friend whenever you need one. At least, I know I feel less alone. As I look in front of me, I see a man sitting on a bench with a book. He seems like he’s stuck in the dark. I have seen him several times here before, but he never looked up from his book. This ti...
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