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Weekly Contest #376
He crashes in late, shoves the door too hard and almost puts the handle through the wall. In the solemn silence the bang-and-rattle is startling, and he freezes mid-stride, like it might still be possible to remain unnoticed. The hissing rain is muffled once again as the door takes a squeaky eternity to swing closed behind him, finishing with another resonant thud just to turn the last few heads. But at least he hasn't missed it. He pulls back the deep hood of his sagging rain coat, as casually as he can manage through the heavy breathing, a...
Weekly Contest #375
My well-beloued and trustie Frende, I praye God sende you health and quiete of minde, as I am at this present in goode health, though not without some heauinesse, wherof I shall tell you. I came vnto my sisters howse yesterday in the mornyng, hauing purposed to tary heere but for the daye, for she was lately (iust a moneth past) well deliuered of a fine sonne, and my mother had written that the childe was faire and lustie, and that my sister desired gretely that I shulde come and see hym. The morninge was colde and the waye full of mire by r...
Weekly Contest #373
I wake expecting pain. For a moment I lie perfectly still, waiting for it to come. I feel the pressure at my back, propped up on the bed. The room is quiet. A white grid ceiling. Fluorescent light. A low hum. Muffled voices. A narrow window white with sky. Anna's coat on an empty chair. I remember the pain. The crushing, throbbing, stabbing, searing pain, unequal but everywhere. The acrid tang in my mouth. The room drifting. And I remember not being able to move. All I feel now is the pressure of the bed against my body. I try my fingers, an...
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