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Weekly Contest #356
Paul could see it in the woman’s eyes—they’d all heard about the digging. He ditched his basket at the self-checkout machine and made for the exit. He was outside and halfway to his car when the hand clamped around his elbow. Now he was forced to look her in the eye again.Patti, the mum. Not a face he was ever going to forget. They looked at each other for a long moment before either of them said anything. Yeah, she knows. She opened her mouth and he felt sure she was going to ask him about it, but instead she said, “You haven’t been doing w...
Weekly Contest #110
Angela remembered how, in that moment, the night felt infinite. The further she drove the smaller she felt. The downtown lights in their blended multitudes became sparse bars of strip malls and gas stations, until the only light left came from the starlike beads that lined the highway north. The treeless plains passed by in darkness without depth. She kept going. Dawn broke to spiderlike lightning that printed softly pink on an off-white sky, as though reaching down across the Midwest to pluck her from her northward escape. Looking at it rem...
Weekly Contest #104
They went for breakfast after everyone else on campus had finished lunch. Michael got there first. He liked the Hilltop Café after 2pm. It was quiet without being deserted. A gentle din of silverware and languid chatter. The more empty seats there were, the easier it was to breathe. His eyes no longer followed his own feet. Michael reached the breakfast bar and grabbed a bowl. He wondered if people could tell that he’d only just rolled out of bed. Probably they weren’t looking at him in the first place, Michael reminded himself. It was an o...
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