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Submitted to Contest #291
Steve Buchanan sailed through the green traffic light without a hitch, his first sign of good luck. The afternoon sun reflected off the club’s white facade, brightening the car park, where cigarette butts and crumpled betting slips lay abandoned on the bitumen. Today, he had a fat stack of fifties in his wallet and a clear run at his favourite parking spot. Not bad for a Friday. Not bad at all. He wasn’t an addict, of course. Playing the pokies was just a bit of fun, a way to unwind. Everyone had their thing: his apprentice, Lachie, parked h...
Shortlisted for Contest #241 ⭐️
(Contains adult language)Sean sat alone in a dark confession booth, fighting back his tears. The mesh slat to his right took the shape of the crucifix. A door clicked open and light shone through the slat, before vanishing as the door shut.“I wondered if I would see you again,” said the priest, sitting beyond the divider to Sean’s right.The devil sat on his left.“Read it to me one more time, Father,” Sean said.The voice that spoke through the crucifix was soft, “I would be more help if you just told me—”“Please… Father… don’t. Just read me t...
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