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Submitted to Contest #239
Amara was covered in filth. Her bodily fluids soaked her clothes. Her phone was dead, her car left behind, and she had on one shoe that was so thin it had started to flap. The only way she could keep up with the passing of time was by trying to keep count of the sun rising and setting each day. ‘52.5 days,” she thought. 52 sunrises, 51 sunsets, and counting. And every day, as the sky darkens, Amara relives the moments that put her here… Amara was always a reckless driver. The speeding tickets and traffic violations did nothing to s...
The day they were set free, the house felt stifling and unusually quiet. The creak of windows opening caught her attention, and Hanna turned her head with a smile. While no one else was in the room, the windows were raised enough to let in the breeze. The weather today was strange for the season, but perfect for a long journey. She walked away from the kitchen doorway and towards the widows over the sink. She stopped by the counter, her hand gliding over the pots and pans she used daily for everyone else. She sighed as the cast iron ...
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