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Submitted to Contest #133
Habits were hard to break. Waking up at the same time every day, always ordering the same coffee, taking the same route to and from work. Ian was guilty of all of these, and others. He was fortunate enough–or unfortunate?--that his walk home from work took him along main street. It was nice looking in all the shop windows, seeing how everything changed as the seasons went by and waving to all the familiar employees as he passed. Until three months ago, when the ‘For Lease’ sign on the window of the only empty storefront was removed. ...
Submitted to Contest #131
“Thank you all for meeting me here,” Orville began, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves. “I know tensions are a little high, but there’s no reason we can’t all be civil for a few minutes.” He swallowed, examining the faces of the other passengers gathered around him. Mrs. Garnett was on the overstuffed sofa, a handkerchief clutched in her lap. Next to her sat Ms. Maeve, cigarette in hand. Dr. Collier was in the armchair to Mrs. Garnett’s left. Arthur sat backwards in the chair by the drafting desk, chin resting on the top rung. None...
Submitted to Contest #130
“Avory,” the folded paper reads. As they unfold it, the note shakes with their hands. As they read, the words blur together until the page is just one large inkspot. “I can’t do this anymore.” They crumple the paper in their fists, squeezing it until it is just a small ball, then huck it at the wall. It passes the window, where sunlight is just beginning to pour in, and lands in the darkest corner of the bedroom. The bedroom that used to be shared. “There’s just no fixing it.” They sniff. Wipe the tears from their cheeks. Mov...
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