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Weekly Contest #348
“Fit as a fiddle,” said my doctor, “you can put your feet down.” She taps the top of my knee twice absentmindedly and turns away. I try but fail to elegantly scoot my hips up on the table and remove my feet from the stirrups. The paper on the examination table rustles as if it is saying, “this isn’t the body you know.”“So,” my gynecologist starts as she throws her nitrile gloves into the waste basket, “everything is healing as it should. I’m putting in your chart that your six-week postpartum appointment is normal. You’re free to have sex ag...
Weekly Contest #346
Penley County Police Department Interview 8388846Transcript of Audio RecordingJune 7, 2025 | 11:32 AMInterviewee: Meridian ChristopherLead Detective: Thomas UlmerDetective: EJ Harlow Detective Thomas Ulmer: Ms. Christopher, do you know why you are here today? Ms. Meridian Christopher: Well, you found me in a bank vault that was locked from the outside. I imagine that has something to do with it. Detective Ulmer: Right. You had a duffle bag of stolen goods on your person, including gold bars and money in varying denominations. Officers, with ...
Weekly Contest #345
Sensitive Content: Mild C-section birth details. We sit in two waiting room chairs, my husband and I, not knowing what to do or where to look. It is odd. Unnatural. I cradle my enlarged belly and watch the woman in scrubs at the front desk take a phone call. Ethan flips absentmindedly through an automotive magazine and I barely lift my chin in acknowledgment to his murmuring in my direction something about Formula 1. My baby girl wiggles inside me, kicking her legs and stretching her arms, as if she knows something has been set in motion. ...
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