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Submitted to Contest #336
The doors closed before either of them looked back. Her train moved first. It always did. She noticed small things when she was trying not to think, how the windows rattled just slightly, how the fluorescent lights hummed like they were tired too. Across the aisle, a woman scrolled her phone with her thumb hovering, never landing on anything long enough to mean it. She replayed the conversation without sound at first. Just mouths moving. Familiar shapes. Familiar pauses. Then the words came back anyway. “That sounds practiced.”“It’s just tr...
“You’re quiet again.” “I’m listening.” “No, you’re waiting.” “Waiting for what?” “For me to finish so you can tell me why I’m wrong.” “I don’t think you’re wrong.” “You always say that right before you explain why I am.” “That’s not fair.” “But it’s accurate.” “Why does it have to turn into this every time?” “Because every time we talk about the future, you start talking like it’s a threat.” “I’m not threatened by you.” “Then why do you sound like you’re negotiating your escape?” “You’re being dramatic.” “You call it dramatic. I call it reco...
Submitted to Contest #335
Naia Rivers had a plan. Not a dream. Plans were sturdier than dreams. Plans had dates, folders, confirmation emails. Plans had alarms set for early mornings and a quiet confidence that said this time, it’s going to work out just fine. From the outside, the plan looked clean: esthetics school, a driver’s license, steady income, a future that shimmered with routines and results. From the inside, it felt like a lifeline, one more attempt to build something solid without breaking herself in the process. She told people she was excited. She told ...
Raven sat in front of the vanity like it was an altar she’d forgotten how to use. Dim light pooled in the corners of her room, turning familiar objects into silhouettes: a glass of water, a hair tie, a chipped mug holding pens that never wrote when it mattered. The mirror was clean, too clean. so clean it didn’t feel like it belonged to her. It reflected her face with an honesty that had no warmth in it. She leaned closer. Her eyes looked back like they were waiting for instructions. For a long time she only watched herself breathe, as if br...
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