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Weekly Contest #273
She was the center of attention, as usual. Standing at the back of the candlelit room, she looked spectacular. Black dress and diamond necklace. Her wavy blonde hair was caressing her shoulders. I looked across the dining room where about 75 tables were set up for the event. Groaning under my breath, I glanced at the group sitting at the table with me. Did any of them notice her yet? Belle warned me months ago that if I ever showed up at an event she was at, she’d embarrass me. I shifted in my chair to turn my face away from her line of vi...
Weekly Contest #258
Lily had a way of making herself invisible. Call it photographer’s instinct; call it stealth. She was close enough to not only snap photos of the incident, but to actually hear every word of the conversation. Or, better said, the heated argument. She was sitting among the cliffs of Moshup Beach. It was in the town of Aquinnah on Martha’s Vineyard. The beach was vacant, serene. That is, until two men stopped near Lily. From their vantage point, they couldn’t see her tucked between the craggy rocks. The man on the left was angry. So was the ...
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Ava had two favorite pastimes. One of them was her afternoon tea served on pure white China. The other was reading the daily gossip column in the New York Gazette. Even better when she could enjoy those cherished moments alone. “There’s a rumor going around about a girl.” She nodded a thank you to the servant who poured her tea and handed the cup to her. “I can take it from here. Thank you, Stiles.” “Ma’am.” Stiles nodded at Ava’s husband, Clarence, and left the room. The rumble and clip-clop of a horse-drawn carriage could be heard from ...
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