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Submitted to Contest #337
Every day felt like a reorientation to the quiet. The quiet reminder that you needed wood for the stove. The quiet reminder that if you wanted to eat, there were no grocery stores anymore. The quiet reminder that the world, in its greatest act of solidarity, had become bigger and more distant than it had in millennia. The bed shifts as Fender jumps up and paws through the pelts to find Lois. She sticks her nose out and spies the dog. She knows all too well that one of two things were bound to happen: either she invites him for a snuggle and ...
Submitted to Contest #275
Smoke swirled up from his cigarette and disappeared into the clear evening sky. He shifted the weight of his body to accommodate the pain in his knee. He watched as boats lazily drifted in and out of the marinas all the way to the bay and ocean beyond. He preferred this view from the bridge, especially when it came time to meet. The other side saw only boats nestled between docks and the water disappearing into the woods. Living a life full of traps and stealthy movement made closed off spaces like harbors feel even more claustrophobic. If h...
Submitted to Contest #262
Daisy did not know much about oceanic sciences, but if asked, she would describe her mind as something like a coral reef and her thoughts like sea urchins. She often found herself wading through waters she could not hurry through, softly scaring the urchins away with her quiet movements. The older she got, the harder it was for those thoughts to stay present long enough to get a good look. The question popped into her mind so quickly it startled her in the grocery store: What is it called when something matters so much that everything ceases...
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