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Submitted to Contest #318
Adam showed up earlier than planned and immediately noticed that the park shelter was nowhere near ready for the company picnic. Boxes sat half-open, paper streamers drooped, and folding tables leaned unsteadily on the low-cut grass. Only a few people were there, setting up the scene. Executives and scattered managers were across the shelter like generals before a battle. Jim, tall and heavyset, was pointing with two fingers as if he were giving stage directions. A clipboard dangled in his other hand. Nate, younger and louder, wore his polo ...
Submitted to Contest #316
The sign was weathered but legible:Time and AgainAntiques and KeepsakesThis was the place. Jason parked, grabbing his camera bag. For months, he’d hunted these stores—corners of history hiding in plain sight. His editor called it Fading Frames: photos of forgotten rooms paired with scenes of modern life. A small feature, but enough to keep him traveling and paid.Bay Street was promising. He’d marked the harbor, the iron balconies, the ghost signs. A local tip mentioned this shop—and Ms. Vale.He checked his hair in the rearview mirror, then s...
Submitted to Contest #315
A knock at the door woke John. He had fallen asleep in his chair. The dog at his feet barked once, staring at the door. It was late. He glanced at the clock: 12:02. He stayed seated a moment longer, then heard another knock. John groaned, got up, and walked to the door.He looked out the window and saw a small man on his porch as he opened the door.“Good evening,” said the old man. Withered and frail, he was a white man with long gray hair bound behind his head. He stared at John with icy blue eyes.“Yeah?” John asked, sleep in his voice.“It’s...
Submitted to Contest #212
Marcus frowned as he looked at the letter in his hand."Another one?" he muttered under his breath. He checked the back of the envelope, as he had with all the others, and discovered it had a black thumbprint over the seal flap, just like all the others. He collected the rest of his mail, closed the post office box, and walked up the two flights to his apartment. Marcus put the mail on the kitchen table. He looked up and saw his wife come out of the bedroom, still in her pajamas. "Morning, babe," she said, leaning in for a kiss. Mar...
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