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Submitted to Contest #57
The smell of Butter Vanilla and Cinnamon hit me like a wave of a home once lost as I wheeled Mrs. Ardelean inside the doors of the Caffé del Trono. The little old woman was frail and small, but she still insisted on coming with me every day. I shoved the silver wheelchair through the double doors and parked it by a table. I went back to the doors and locked them behind me. I calculated how long I had before opening and set the alarm on my phone. Mrs. Ardelean motioned for me to push her to her station. I had set up a room for her to...
Submitted to Contest #56
The footsteps pounded around me as I jogged around the gym. Mundane assignments like this given to us by our gym teacher who never left his chair in the corner was one of the reasons I hated school. I dreaded this hour but was grateful that it was my last of the day. The sound of the blaring whistle knocked me out of my trance as he signaled that it was time to change back into our uniforms. The starch white shirt contrasted violently with my green tie and matching skirt. It made me cringe from how bright it was. I swear this thing ...
Submitted to Contest #55
The doors of the mansion where we were meeting were daunting and perfect. I was always amazed at the places Zero picked out for us to meet. They always exceeded my expectations, although I wouldn’t be telling him that. He was the sanest out of all of us, but if I even mentioned I liked the place, his ego would blow up so big that his tiny body would combust. That would be a mess to clean up, and that’s always the worst part of any job. Cleaning up the brain matter and blood. As I walked in, I checked myself out in the huge mirror in...
Submitted to Contest #51
The scrubs I was given were scratchy and dull. Like the rest of my life. Scratchy and dull. Although, recently it’s been more painful and dull. Like a numb buzzing circulating my body. That’s how I had described it to the EMTs. After that, I had been poked and prodded like an animal. By now I should’ve been used to that. Should’ve. The woman who walked in was tall. Her entrance shifted my gaze. My scratchy gaze. I wasn’t getting over the discomfort I was in anytime soon. They were going to have to deal with that fact. They cou...
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