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Submitted to Contest #115
Tom had awoken early but refused to move. His ear-shattering twin-bell alarm clock had jerked him awake, inducing the minor heart attack he had come to accept first thing in the morning. Again whelks had followed Tom into his dreams; he could not remember the last time he had dreamt of anything else. They were like a taste lurking at the back of his throat that refused to disappear. He had accepted their residency in his mind. The apartment was so cold he could not face getting out of bed. During the night he had pulled off his woolly Aran...
The yachtβs auto steering had stopped working. Ruben had come up from the navigator after feeling the hull lurch suddenly to one side. The fifty foot boat was veering as though manned by some mad captain, steering dangerously close to the rocks flanking his path. Getting the helm back under control Ruben stared, wild eyed ahead of him. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest and he urged it to regain its composure, the irregular beatings made him want to be sick. In his panic he had left his hat and gloves on the desk by the GPS, and ...
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