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Weekly Contest #345
A carton of camels, a pint of Jim Beam, clothes, and two framed pictures. One of my mother, one of my brothers, and I. My father’s entire life crammed into a single suitcase, now scattered on the living room floor. Dad always said he’d live and die on the road. He meant it. Literally. “We should just burn it,” Jayson said. Glaring at him, I said. “We’re not burning anything. This was Dad’s stuff. His whole life.” “Yeah, and it’s all crap.” Nate strode in through the kitchen, toeing through the items on the floor. “It’s not crap.” I said with...
I stared at the number on the grey steel door in front of me. This was the entrance for Warehouse 24 film studio?I knocked on the door; the sound echoed through the alley. No answer.I knocked again, louder, more insistent this time, and the door creaked open. I glanced inside the darkened hallway and then, with a shrug, headed in. These people really took their “dark and gritty” facade seriously. But if they hired me, I wouldn’t care, and Sal promised I’d be perfect for the role. Footsteps sounded, quickly heading in my direction. I peered a...
Weekly Contest #344
It took one flight, two layovers, and a hassle at the rental car kiosk, but finally I’d arrived at the old manor. The house was dark, which wouldn’t have been surprising, had it not been for the realtor’s insistence to meet here at six sharp. I put the car in park and checked my phone, verifying I had the right day and time. I did. A couple of days, I’d only be here a couple of days, just enough time to sign some papers, and then it’d be done. I pulled an envelope out of my purse that contained a single ornate skeleton key. It was beautiful...
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