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Submitted to Contest #250
"...and lower your head." You tilt your head instead. After all, she isn't talking to you. You gaze over at the two kneeling strangers. Their heads are indeed lowered and their hands are on their knees. The one who reminded the other to "lower your head" is a woman or perhaps just a girl. It is hard to tell her age. Next to her is most definitely a younger boy. He is attempting to look up at you but apparently cannot fully see you as he is subtly trying to raise his chin just enough. You step off the ledge and walk up to him, placing two fin...
Submitted to Contest #248
Dearest Percy,I have begun to work with the clockmaker. I am just cleaning, of course, but I have been taking the scraps. You won't tell, right? Since Collie worked in the bookstore, we access to reading material that tells us how to make you a pocket watch. A fine young man such as yourself needs a fine watch, after all. Love you always,Annie and Collie "Who's Annie and Collie?" Percy observes the watch. It's not fine like Fathers, with silver and sleek edges. It has its own charm, though, with the way it clicks as the seconds pass in an al...
Submitted to Contest #201
Angie curls her nose at the smell of old velvet and dust. Perhaps, also, the faint scent of cigarettes. She doesn’t think she saw anyone smoke at the show, but no one had to. The cigarette scent isn’t truly a smell—just the ghost of a bygone era when seeing the newest show at the small-town theatre was the next best thing to do. When the poorer families dressed up in their Sunday best and the wealthier boosted their prestige by proving their love of the arts. From an era before the internet and public health concerns. Where everyone from tow...
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