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Submitted to Contest #166
Amy was the earliest to show up for her shift, per usual, but unusually she saw a white piece of paper taped to the restaurant’s front door. Something about the paper put her off, and rightfully so, for when she snatched the page off the door, it read, ‘Restaurant permanently closed until further notice by the Internal Revenue Service.’ Then, on the bottom, a phone number, an address, and an official-looking government seal. “You have got to be kidding me,” Amy said with a scoff, turning the page over in her hands as if it would reveal a h...
Submitted to Contest #164
Every Thursday after school, three sisters, Reagan, Ellie, and Mya, came with their mother to my office. Each appointment started much the same way. Beginning with my standing at the end of the drab grey hallway, just out of view, watching them. Psychology was as much watching as it was listening, and each girl gave you the tiniest glimpse into their heads if you were so inclined to pay attention. Mya, the youngest, clung to her mother’s hip. In fact, some days, she had to be pried away from her mother just to go into her session. Most days...
Aurora noticed the hunter before Tyee, but this came too late to drag them behind a nearby tree trunk and avoid detection. The hunter was whistling through the thicket with a sweat-stained shirt and a careless gait. The hunter, too, noticed Aurora first. His eyes lingered on her long skirts and their contrast to the deep woods around them. This was not a woman's territory, he noticed. What was she doing here? When the hunter caught sight of Tyee, his face soured, and his whistling abruptly stopped. No matter how the hunter arranged the piec...
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