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Submitted to Contest #75
I once considered myself a connoisseur. The word has a lovely, sophisticated ring to it. It grants you the freedom to indulge in anything really. All vices can appear grand when framed in the proper context. I carefully selected bottles. My fingers caressed labels and delicate glass ridges. I eyed rich liquids and wafted before delicately sipping and rolling the wine across my tongue. I chose presents and selected perfect pairings. Friends and colleagues asked my advice. Now, a box waits patiently on my counter. It greets me when I enter my ...
Submitted to Contest #74
The faintest shade of green gleamed on the walls. Healing Aloe, they called it. The baseboards and molding shone a Chantilly Lace. My eyes scanned the seams where the plaster met wood. Smooth and clean. The painters had done excellent work. I shut the front door behind me and moved quickly to the cracked windows. Even with them ajar the inside air smelled strongly of chemical. I shoved them up and open, inhaling deeply as a light breeze whistled inside. They really needed curtains. Lace curtains with flower detailing. I shook my head, furni...
Submitted to Contest #72
“We, the jury, find the defendant guilty.” “Thank you for your service. You are dismissed.” It was completed without fanfare, another routine of the daily court. Court adjourned, a date was set for sentencing, and the handful of people in attendance began to trickle to the doors. It was all mundane, but I had never felt so alive. My chest swelled with pride, and my skin tingled. This was my first case, my first conviction. I had joined the detective force at the start of the year and had first been assigned to this case. My partner Seller...
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