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Submitted to Contest #310
Day 1: The Ham IncidentFrank died at 6:17 a.m. on a Tuesday. By 10:42 a.m., someone brought a ham.It was still warm.I hadn’t even brushed my teeth. I was still wearing the sweatpants I’d slept in—correction, the sweatpants I hadn’t slept in, because no one sleeps on Day 0 of becoming a widow. They just lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if they’re supposed to call someone or if death notifies people on its own like some grim newsletter.The ham arrived in a foil tray, courtesy of Helen McAllister, whom I haven’t spoken to since she ...
Submitted to Contest #307
The Alumnus (She never really left.)Rain clung to the windows of Hadleigh University’s physics building like memory—cold, constant, hard to wash off.Inside, Dr. Elise Varn stood at the front of a lecture hall with a whiteboard marker in hand. Around her, students sat with open laptops and skeptical eyes. Across the back row, three senior professors murmured among themselves.She knew one of them had already Googled her name.They’d find nothing.No trace of Mira Keane.Years ago, Mira had been the brightest mind in the Hadleigh undergraduate phy...
Submitted to Contest #305
At the intersection, Sarah could go right and head home, but turning left would take her to Elaine's house. Home, where the quiet wrapped around her like a well-worn sweater. Where the kettle whistled at a predictable time. Where she could go whole days without saying a single word, and the silence didn’t feel lonely — it felt earned. After years of noise, of needs, of hands tugging at her shirt, of medications and midnight ER visits, of her son’s slow fading, the quiet had become her sanctuary. But turning left would take her to Elaine’s h...
Submitted to Contest #296
No one ever questioned Hannah’s perfect life, and she intended to keep it that way—no matter the cost. Every carefully curated detail, from her perfectly manicured lawn to the impeccable family photos on the wall, painted a picture of success and happiness. She had the job, the house, the husband, and the two kids who always smiled in every photo. No one knew about the cracks that lurked beneath the surface, not even her closest friends. But today… Today, everything was about to change.Hannah sat at her kitchen table, staring at her phone, h...
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