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Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?”The voice rose up inside Mildred’s mind, taking her by surprise.“Yes,” she replied aloud. She thought she could. She felt she would know the answer for sure if the question had stayed put. It had been just there, so close she thought she could grab ahold of it. But like so many things nowadays, it was slippery. She held very still, eyes squeezed tightly, eyelids making delicate tissue paper ruffles, feeling through the blackness trying to find it again.She opened her eyes and found she was alone. Hadn’t someone just a...
Submitted to Contest #52
Pedro stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, in the hotel suite, floors above the ballroom where he was about to get married. He thought of the bodies rushing around below him, florists and caterers, hurrying to get it all just right. He thought about the people in all the floors stacked between him and his wedding, the building a giant concrete entremets, each layer containing multitudes. He wondered what they were doing at this exact moment. Were they laughing? Crying? Making love? Then, h...
Submitted to Contest #50
Trigger warning: depictions of stalking and sexual assault When they found her overturned cart, its contents burst open and seeping across the asphalt, one wheel was still spinning. It squeaked into the air like a wounded animal until a hand reached over and stilled it. The absence of its cry felt like pressure, a riddle pausing for an answer, the connections right there underneath all this confusion. Someone, later no one would remember who, pointed to the small red hatchback just across the lot. The dome...
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