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I plopped down into the old lazy chair and could feel the aged velvet stretching to its breaking point. Looking down between my legs, the lavender velvet had dulled to a pale pink.Through the open window, the coastal air drifted in—cool, carrying the faint scent of salt and earth from the Mendocino hills that rolled down toward Noyo Bay.My senses sharpened abruptly, like someone had reached from under me and pinched the tender inner part of my left arm. A rush of cherry tobacco filled my nostrils.“What?”“Who’s—”“Granddaddy?”I could see him i...
Weekly Contest #332
I enjoyed listening to the wind last night.It rattled around the house like it had something personal to work out, shaking the screens, whispering secrets down the chimney, tossing little sighs against the windows. It had that fierce energy, the kind that means: something is moving, something is clearing. And by morning, it had done me a great favor — swept away that stubborn cold fog that had been clinging to the yard like a moody house guest. The air was crisp. The sky was bright. And the world, at least in my backyard, looked like it had ...
Weekly Contest #326
“What the—” Julie’s mind shouted before she managed its control.Her eyes held vision—easier than the rest, considering her body was pinned, trapped.“What is this? Huh?”She lay beneath the rubble of earth, piled high with shattered buildings, concrete, and weight that grew heavier by the second. Her breath dimmed—shallower and shallower—until stifling, hot stillness consumed her.She surrendered, allowing her mind to invite the brilliant light that beckoned her. Once she did, the breath pulled into her lungs like a baby’s first—sharp, resilien...
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