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Submitted to Contest #323
Mara had lit the candle for twenty-three years. One small flame on the chipped windowsill of her bedroom, burning like a heartbeat in the dark. Its wax dripped slowly, pooling in uneven rivulets, each drop frozen mid-descent like a captured tear. Every morning, before the world could intrude, she made black tea, unsweetened, and sat by the window facing east. She did not speak. She did not move more than necessary. The candle and the tea were enough. They had been enough since the day Tom died.Her husband had gone quietly, too quickly, leavi...
Adrian Locke’s third-floor walk-up on Chicago’s North Side sounded like every other building on the block: radiator hiss, el-train rumble, muffled arguments drifting through thin drywall. What set his apartment apart was the rhythmic clatter of a 1957 Olivetti Lettera 22. The machine had once belonged to Adrian’s grandfather, a crime reporter who hammered out front-page leads between whiskey shots and deadline panic. Adrian cherished the thing even though its ribbon tasted of dust and its keys stuck on humid days.At thirty-three he’d publish...
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