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Submitted to Contest #62
(Trigger warning: homophobic language) They had been in line for hours, their rusted red hatchback pinned between a truck and minivan. Not knowing how long it would be until they got on a ferry, they had set up camp at a picnic table nearby, close enough to their car so Rick could keep an eye on it. Everything they owned was in that car. They had sold all the rest. "Just fucking ridiculous. Is everyone and their dog trying to get to the island today?" "I did ask you if we should book a reservation," Lynn said q...
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Imagine how hard it is to break up asphalt with a pickaxe. Now imagine it's not even a very good pickaxe. And you've been doing it for days. The sun, hotter now, makes the sweat bead on your face, itchy like a bug landing on you. Sometimes enough water escapes your pores to form a little stream that carves a path down the black dust on your face. And it tortures you that your body is letting such a precious resource just drip onto the ground. Unretrievable. This has been my existence for almost a full moon. Me, my pickaxe, and the pav...
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