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Submitted to Contest #313
“Evey, you coming?” I stare blankly out of my apartment window as the phone buzzes on the table. Red car. White car. A leaf drops from the tree across the street as a crow settles on one of its branches. “‘Course I am,” I say, twisting the ring on my finger. Blair’s name glares at me from the phone screen, and I can almost see the disapproving squint of his gray eyes, the little huff he does when a strand of hair falls in his face. “You didn’t answer earlier, so I thought you might be at work still, but our reservation is set–” “For seven,”...
Submitted to Contest #224
I had been dying for a long time before this day, but the finality of it all still managed to scare me. Over the course of my illness, I had imagined quite a number of scenarios revolving around my demise, yet none had come close to the actuality that consumed me. Or, paralyzed me, rather. In each scenario I dreamt, I had whispered my final words to whoever was near me. My mother, my wife, the nurse on shift, or even the custodian passing by my door. Never had it occurred to me that I would be utterly and terribly alone. And, in each scenar...
Submitted to Contest #215
“Thirteen days?” I was unsure I had heard him correctly. “Yes.” The man before me spoke in an authoritative tone, but not entirely unkind. Well, perhaps “man” was too broad of a term. Although he wore his dark features well, there was something off about the way they were composed that made me believe him when he told me he was from down there. Dark, raven hair slicked back from his finely chiseled face fell just below the chin. His amber eyes glinted almost yellow in the dimly lit room, and I couldn’t quite be sure of the shape of his pupil...
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