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Submitted to Contest #127
Mark turns onto the street before Jane’s and puts on the Prefab Sprout song he’s been meaning to show her. He thinks that putting the song on now is perfect, because by the time she gets in the car it’ll be at the chorus, providing maximum impact. But Mark didn’t account for how snowy the roads further in her neighbourhood would be. He tests his brakes to ensure he’ll be able to stop smoothly at the snow covered sign ahead that reads S OP. Mark looks up at the moon, three-quarters full, and notes how beautiful it is — kind of...
Submitted to Contest #106
I look in the mirror and smirk. Christine once told me that no one can look at themselves in the mirror dead on. Christine says that when someone looks at themselves in the mirror, they instantaneously make some sort of face, usually to make themselves more attractive. I hate facts like that, and Christine is full of them. It’s like when I’m in the waiting room at a doctor’s office and Christine asks me if I can hear the soft hum of the air conditioner above us, and then asks me if it’s something that “bothers me too.” Well, Christin...
Submitted to Contest #105
Matt opened his eyes to darkness. Above him, he could make out the left side of his ceiling fan, its slow revolutions bringing each propeller momentarily into view. With a tilt of his head, he could make out bright red numbers that told him it was after three. To his right, he could feel Jess unconsciously pulling more of the duvet away from him. He always fell asleep with her in his arms, and always woke up curled at the edge, alone. A lucid quality to his thoughts made him carry part of his most recent dream into the present. He ha...
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