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Submitted to Contest #334
The mirror does not lie. It only lies just enough.In the penthouse above the city, it hangs on the wall like a window into another reality: tall, narrow, framed in black glass that never seems to gather dust. Everyone calls it the Mirror, as if it carries a title. As if it is more than an expensive object.But I hear everything.I have been hanging here for years. Bolted in place, calibrated, fed by cables running through the walls like veins. I see light. I measure heat. I read microtensions around eyes, the tightening of a jaw, the sheen on ...
Submitted to Contest #333
“Hungry!” her stomach screams. “You haven’t eaten in twelve hours.”She doesn’t listen and keeps stirring enormous pots in the hospital’s communal kitchen. Feeding 260 patients every day is no small task.“And an outright hell if you’re not allowed to eat,” she thinks. “Every day I’m surrounded by tens of kilos of food. The smell of stew pushes into my nostrils like a beautifully scented disturbance. My mouth waters.” She wipes the sweat from her face with a dirty dishcloth and works on feverishly. “But I have to hold on. This is the only way....
“Sir, you’re calling me in the middle of the night. I don’t know you. What do you want?”Arthur sits in his boxers, still half-asleep, slumped in his armchair. He’s holding the receiver of a telephone that exists now only as decoration, no longer connected to anything.On the other end of the line, there is silence. Arthur breathes heavily, as if the weight of the world has settled on his shoulders.“Artuur, it’s me. Don’t you recognize me?”His name is pronounced wrong. Too intimate to be a mistake, too wrong to feel familiar. The emphasis land...
Submitted to Contest #332
Like a drenched cat he stands in front of the hospital room door. On the floor a small puddle forms from the rain sliding off him. He cannot remember the last time it stormed this badly.He holds his breath for a moment as if that could postpone what no longer can be postponed. He clenches his left hand so tightly that he feels nothing but pain. Anything to avoid the confrontation. But turning around and walking away is no longer possible.He straightens his back and tries to make himself appear broader: ready for what’s coming. A shiver runs ...
Submitted to Contest #331
Nothing Freezes Faster Than TrustFrozen to the bone, he walks briskly from the gym toward home. The falling snow tickles his collar and crackles beneath his shoes. David looks forward to curling up with Olivia by the fireplace, a good glass of wine within reach, wrapped in her sparkling enthusiasm. The thought alone warms him straight through the cutting wind.He crosses the frozen pond and slips as he steps from the ice onto the snow-covered grass. “Fucking ice,” he mutters to himself. Just as he’s about to get up, he sees something black ly...
Submitted to Contest #330
“Who here knows what looners are?” Irene had asked earlier that evening.The six former classmates, now fused into three married couples, were gathered for their annual dinner. This time Irene was the host, and she inhabited that role with theatrical devotion. Irene was intense—sometimes a touch too intense. Her husband Bart was the self-appointed chef beverage. A steady man. Exactly what she needed.The voices around the table were loud. There was plenty to talk about. Helen, for instance, was on the verge of tears. She had that particular wa...
Submitted to Contest #329
CW: Substance abuse, Mental health “I’m dying,” I whine, like a hypochondriac drama queen.Whiskey, my only housemate, looks at me with pure contempt. Even my cat hates me.“I have no food.”“I have no water.”“My litter box is filthy.”“My pee and shit are all over the house.”“Neatly next to the hairballs I’ve puked up.”“Just like I puke you up.”“I get no attention.”“I want a different owner.”I ignore him. I’ve sunk so low that even the welfare of my loyal four-legged companion no longer interests me.I hold my hair — wet strands stuck to my face...
Submitted to Contest #328
UNFOUNDED FOUNDATIONI remember the night with my in-laws at the restaurant. If there is one thing I despise, it’s mockery disguised as laughter. How easily people can reduce someone to a joke — and laugh as if cruelty is entertainment.I sat among them like a guest actress in a play I had never auditioned for. The atmosphere was staged, the conversations shallow. My husband was utterly at ease, as if my presence were optional. Their laughter was too loud, their gestures too deliberate — as if they wanted me to see that I didn’t belong.Then so...
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