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Submitted to Contest #273
3/28/17The finches stopped calling. I sit and count empty minutes. My coffee gets cold. The pen leaks ink onto my pants. Sixth pair this month.Her room stays at fifty-two degrees. I check the thermometer six times a day. Write down the numbers in columns. Time. Temperature. Humidity. The paper’s getting thick with data that means nothing.Found her retainer under the bathroom sink. Blue plastic, crack down the middle. Cost eight hundred dollars three years ago. The orthodontist said it would last five years if she was careful. She wasn’t.The ...
Submitted to Contest #272
The garden was alive—wild, tangled, and full of ghosts.Dolores ran, not like a woman of her age, but like someone being chased by time itself. Her arthritic knees protested with each step, a reminder of her seventy-three years, but she pushed on. The wind whipped through her silver hair, catching it in a dance that was at once wild and deliberate. It wrapped itself around her face, almost like the fingers of those she had lost—every touch, every strand, a reminder.She could hear their voices. Feel their presence.Every bloom she passed was a ...
Lucius had a problem.Not the kind that could be solved with a stake through the heart or a clove of garlic. No. This was the kind of problem that festered in the marrow, that whispered in the voice of every meal he'd ever had.Hunger.But not for blood. Not anymore.Time slipped that way lately. Here as an endless night of prowling, there as a fitful day of restless sleep. Here as the metallic tang of fear on his tongue, there as the dull ache of emptiness in his gut. Here as 1692, there as 1918, here as last Tuesday.Lucius was, in a word, done...
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