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Weekly Contest #199
When I first met the woman with the gold violin, it was a glowing midnight in July, the moon spilling over everything in sight. The living room was soaking up the pale light as it pooled on the hardwood floor. The garden was drowning in it: water chestnuts glittered and shone, plum blossoms smiled with white teeth, mango trees appeared ablaze. The jungle beyond was a vase of light, overflowing with kinetic shadows. It was a night where magic could run free, unbound by the rules of normalcy. It was a night where anything could happen. ...
Seven gently leaned her bike up against North Star High School’s bike rack. “Stay put,” she told the bike firmly. Her lock been jamming recently so she hoped good karma and the late (or very early) hour were enough to keep it from being stolen. She wondered if she should just get back on her bike and go home, a late night invitation from Jaime could be nothing but trouble. She couldn’t leave though, not until she knew exactly what she’d be missing out on. Jaime had probably orchestrated it like that: giving enough information to pique ...
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