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Weekly Contest #345
This is it. All of it. And I don’t even know your last name. No ID in the wallet. But I did leave the wallet in the suitcase and left the twenty in the wallet. Someone else should be here, doing this. Not me. I don’t know if this is what you would have wanted, with the whole ocean thing. Some people get their ashes dumped in the sea. This is like that, I guess. And you like the ocean, said you loved the smell. And even from up here on the pier, the salt is thick in my nose. I weigh the suitcase, not ready to throw it over from the pier. With...
Weekly Contest #341
“She’ll be here,” AJ said. “The money?” “She’ll have the money.” AJ shifted and looked at the rearview mirror. The driver had sunglasses on, but AJ was sure the driver was looking at him. AJ quickly looked away. “You know what happens if there’s no money?” the driver said. “Every Thursday at two, the front desk books her a ride to the farmer’s market. She’ll be out in a minute. I swear.” “Could she have already been picked up?” the driver said. The sunglasses made his gaze seem unblinking. AJ shook his head. “No. I called and canceled the ri...
Weekly Contest #340
I have spent the last four days in the basement, hiding from the woman upstairs. The nights have been cold, tonight especially. But there is an exposed copper pipe that I use to keep warm. The heat is comforting, essential even, but most of all, I’m drawn to the pipe because the rats are drawn to the pipe. They scurry around, chirping. A single beam of light comes from under the door and down the stairs, spearing through the otherwise black basement and reflecting off the rats’ black eyes. I see and hear the rats in flashes, but most of all,...
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