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Submitted to Contest #329
Working late had become the rule for me lately, more so than the exception. I didn’t want to think about what made poring over files into the wee hours of the morning more appealing than being at home, so instead I poured two more fingers of bourbon into my glass and took another sip. The night felt darker this time of year, and when the streetlight outside of my office flickered off, robbing me of the free illumination I counted on to keep as much cash in my pocket as I could, I grunted a mild huff of discontent. I leaned over to switch on ...
Submitted to Contest #291
The cold, sterile hallway just outside of my confinement center wall made it possible to hear every footstep, growing louder as they neared me, fading as the person receded into the distance marching to whatever task they were assigned. It was impossible to know how long I’d been here. Minutes felt like days. Hours felt like months. All I knew was that it was time. What was that quote from The Shawshank Redemption - “get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’”? It was now or never. I’d spent the last several months learning the patterns and rhythms o...
Submitted to Contest #290
You said you wouldn’t ever say that! You swore it,” the angry words dripped from her lips like the tears on her cheeks. “I knew this was a mistake.” “Lexie, I’m sorry.” “Don’t call me that. Don’t ever fucking call me that.” “What? Now I’m supposed to just act like we never met or something? Like we aren’t what we are?” “We aren’t.” “That’s a lie, and you know it!” An express train clattered quickly by the platform drowning out Alexandra’s next words. For a moment, she was grateful for the noise. Her passion was in control now, and the words ...
Submitted to Contest #281
"I don't understand how anyone can love Winter?" These words echoed through my mind leaving small scars with every reverberation. My whole world seemed to contract. Everything abruptly went out of focus except for those words. It's not like I hadn't heard them before. I had. Many times in fact. The mail carrier trudging through unshoveled walks with holes in her tattered gloves had proclaimed her disdain for me twice before she'd completed one row of homes. Commuters waiting on the Clark Street platform who weren't lucky enough t...
Submitted to Contest #280
“Que cojones está pasando, Mariko?! Que pasa si ellas regresan?” “If they come back then I might be able to tell you what the hell is going on. But they’re not coming back. Unfortunately.” “Los mataste?” “One of them, yes. But it was kind of his own fault.” “For attacking you?” “What? No. For shooting the gas tank of the boat I was hiding in. There was a small explosion as I jumped clear, and then it fell off the lift and onto him.” “Ay Dios mi, that’s terrible. And the other guy?” “He ran off when he saw the boat rampage.” “So you’ll go loo...
Submitted to Contest #279
I felt the light before my eyes actually saw it, warm and soft, almost tangible, like a blanket draped across my skin. How long had I been lying there? I tried pushing myself up from the ground, but nothing seemed to want to work properly. It was as though I’d never attempted to move before. Finally, begrudgingly, my body began to obey my brain. I turned over and began to sit up as I blinked and squinted against the blinding yellow that seemed less a comforter and more an attacker now. My ears were coming to life as my hands instinctively mo...
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