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Submitted to Contest #94
MELANNIE No one had ever told me that blood tasted like metal. I had never sucked a bleeding thumb, nor torn the skin off a parched lip. I had never bit my cheek while chewing rubbery chicken, and I had never pricked my tongue on a needle. I almost called out for Jess, just the way I always would whenever I was scared or hurting, but stopped mid - call, my mouth opened on the E, his name bubbling in my throat, and stuffed my bleeding ring finger into my open mouth instead, pushing his name back into my heart. And that's when it hit me....
Submitted to Contest #93
Content warning: violence The moment I saw him uncork his second bottle of whiskey, I knew. Before me, in the kitchen mirror, I could see him reflected, face red and puckered, gravy still dripping from his beard, his legs parted to accomodate the stool on which he had kept his bottle, bloodshot eyes bulging at the veins. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gurpreet bend down to retrieve the dish soap can that had rolled away under the sink. She paused midway, half - bent, half - straight, obstructed perhaps by the huge belly, taut and ...
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