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Submitted to Contest #324
Content warning: emotional abuse, pregnancy loss. Some things don’t disappear when they’re gone. They wait. The tide always came home. Maren never quite managed to. Most mornings she found herself here again, though she couldn’t have said why. Maybe the sea remembered her. Maybe that was enough. The road ran until it forgot itself and became water; each dawn she stood at that seam, stone loosening into tide, and watched the ocean retreat as if it had somewhere better to be. She had started coming the week she turned fifty, when she woke with...
Winner of Contest #323 🏆
I wake to the ghost of the track: sweat, turf, the echo my muscles still expect to chase. Rain works the window , patient and deliberate. The alarm shivers until my palm quiets it. In the gray light, the ceiling lines blur into lanes, and somewhere inside me the body flinches for a starter's pistol no one fires anymore. The blade leans patiently against the nightstand. Sometimes the rain still carries the ghost-smell of rubber and smoke, the scent of the crash baked into the weather. I listen first: rain drumming like a crowd that forgot my ...
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