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Submitted to Contest #336
The bus stop sits under a streetlight that flickers like a dying star, casting the bench in alternating waves of sickly yellow and shadow. Iris arrives first, ten minutes early because anxiety runs on its own brutal clock, the kind that tells you if you're not early you're already too late, already failing, already proving every fear right.Her phone glows in her hand—the dating app still open, Sienna's profile picture still there like evidence of something that might not be real. Three weeks of messages. Three weeks of trading favorite poems...
Submitted to Contest #335
The coffee shop still smells like her. Burnt sugar and something underneath that might be rot. You sit at your corner table though the barista won't make eye contact, though the other customers shift away like grief might be contagious.Elena's last text glows on your phone: dont forget we need milk. and also i love you. in that order of importanceTen days ago. Before.You whisper to the empty chair, "They still make your drink too sweet."The chair doesn't answer but something shifts beside you. A displacement. The way space reorganizes itself...
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