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Submitted to Contest #260
Slipping the shirt over her head, a chill shot up Jessica’s spine as if the fabric carried the weight of someone else’s unfinished story. Found in the depths of a Last Chance bin at the thrift store, this monstrosity would, without a doubt, win her sorority’s ugly shirt contest. Chartreuse and lilac stripes ran from the neck down to an antique lace trim along the hemline. Its looseness in the shoulders and tightness around the waist reminded her of an unwanted hug from a distant relative.She twirled around, checking her reflection in th...
Submitted to Contest #258
For years, Holly dreamed of visiting Paris, the backdrop of her grandparent’s love story, but the timing was never right. Now, she stood in the City of Lights, not as a tourist, but to fulfill her grandfather’s dying wish.Before her, across the Seine River, the graceful Eiffel Tower swarmed with tourists; no one noticed the American middle-aged woman in jeans and a tank top, holding a battered old black-and-white photograph at eye level.Holly stared down at her wrist as the second hand of her grandfather’s watch counted the minutes. The inst...
Submitted to Contest #256
Calling me an athletic supporter wouldn’t be too farfetched. However, I could have been a prime athlete if I lived with anyone else. Silver threads sparkled in the sunlight, woven into the fabric of my aqua-tinted nylon skin. Down my side, a neon green streak signified my maker. An emerald-colored rubber sole bled into dark blue cleats below me, my engineering and materials explicitly manufactured to be the best for playing soccer. Alone, I relaxed on the floor and relished my time off. A short distance from me, lurking beneath th...
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