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Weekly Contest #342
CW: Mental health It was a wet, windy Boston day. Charlie was on his way to meet an old friend at a twenty-four hour diner, the kind with the fresh smell of coffee percolating and a long row of freshly baked pastries under glass. When he told his wife he was going out, she had no obvious reaction. She was watching an episode of Bluey with two kids as she fidgeted on her phone. He took a last glance at her ample cleavage revealed by a tight blue dress and walked out the door without kissing her goodbye.Luisa was sitting in a faux-velvet booth...
Weekly Contest #105
The technology was new and untested - the guinea pigs, as always, were the prisoners. For some of them, the deal seemed too good to be true: instead of a sentence of ten years (or longer), they could spend a month with the eyes of the victim. This was meant in a literal sense: the guilty person would have their eyes temporarily covered over with new eyes. The theory was they would develop an empathy that they’d never had a chance to foster, whether for reasons of upbringing or genetics. A second chance, as it were.&nb...
Weekly Contest #80
Eric had long assumed it was a story he would take to his grave. But as he neared his eightieth birthday, the memories were strengthening, getting more vivid. He could barely remember what he did the day before or when to take his blood pressure and cholesterol-fighting medications, but what transpired on a warm June night in New York became crystal clear, though it was six decades ago. For the first time in his married life, he yearned to tell his dutiful, faithful wife what had happened. He had participated in the ...
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