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Submitted to Contest #326
It’s late October, cold gray rain misting down from an out-of-focus sky. She is perpetually walking away. He never sees her face: only her back, retreating. He is frozen to the uncomfortable bench she’s left him on. He should be able to hear her feet crunching the leaves or the cars flying past over the shining asphalt road just in front of them, but it is always perfectly silent in the dream. When her figure reaches the edge of the pale glow of the final streetlamp and she takes her next step into darkness, he always wakes. The forest aroun...
Submitted to Contest #323
The chanting coming out of the forest was new. At least, Kirsten was pretty sure it was – possibly it was typical for the town of Sweetwater, but having only just moved here, she couldn’t be a hundred percent sure. Maybe this was simply another quirk of living in a small town, another mundanity to the locals. Until recently, Kirsten had always lived in cities. Her parents were originally from Sweetwater, but they had moved to Seattle before she was born. Kirsten’s career as a corporate arbiter had also not been conducive to small town life ...
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