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“It’s just sprained. How? I’ll tell you how, a black cat dashed out in front of me in the plaza. Of course, clumsy me, I lost my balance in these stupid new heels. My feet are black from limping home barefoot like a hobo. No, I’m absolutely not going to the hospital because it’s not broken. And no, that’s not bad luck. Ha, not even on Halloween. I know, Mom. I was careful on my way home. No, that creep from the plaza did not follow me. I’m just passing out candy tonight. Of course, I will lock my door … and the window. I love you,” the girl ...
Submitted to Contest #167
[CW: language, sexual content, violence]My mind listlessly floats in wonderland. A rush of thick saliva floods the back of my throat as I imagine Luis gently pumping in and out of me. My legs squeeze tight and my hips thrust ever so slightly at the thought of Luis’s large hands pinning me to the hotel bed. I bite my lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping so as to not draw my husband’s attention. “Camila” — the way Luis says my name, dragging it out like thick sugar melting on his tongue. I play it over and over in my head. “Cuh – meh...
Submitted to Contest #166
“I quit,” Cecilia mutters. Her voice stutters and her head hangs low between her bony shoulders. She has been holding those words deep inside for some time now. Two simple words, festering in the pit of her stomach, growing into something nasty, putrid, and hateful. Cecilia knows speaking them aloud is dangerous. Finally letting them escape gives them life, makes them real. “I quit,” she says again. This time louder, firmer, allowing the words to take shape and form meaning. She reaches toward the corners of the old rickety wooden table in...
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