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Submitted to Contest #225
The antique store was packed with forgotten and discarded treasures, but it was the antique mirror that whispered to Sarah. ‘Me. You want me.’ She hadn’t come looking for anything in particular, she had no idea why she’d stopped at all. But once her gaze fell on the tall mirror, she wasn’t interested in seeing anything else. It stood in the window of the shop, with various other pieces that might have been found in a long-ago bedroom. But Sarah only had eyes for the mirror. The sinuous embrace of a dark, mahogany frame enveloped the silver...
Submitted to Contest #98
When she’d expressed an interest in retiring, Mack had laughed at first. At least until he realized she was serious. Then he’d peered at her through narrowed eyes and shook his head. “People in our business don’t retire. You know that.” “I don’t want to be someone else’s loose end, Mack,” she’d told him. “I want to live long enough to have silver hair and grandchildren.” “Then you’re in the wrong business, Dante. You know that.” As if they’d not even had the conversation, he sent her out on another job. Six months and two jobs later she be...
Submitted to Contest #85
Write a story that takes place in the same building but in two very different time periods. Adelaide put another stick of wood in the stove and closed the door, feeling every one of her 80 years. She filled the kettle and set it on the flat blacktop. Tomorrow, she would not have her evening cup of tea here. They were coming to take her away. To a home “friendlier to someone your age” they’d said. But she didn’t want to live anywhere else. She turned and ran her fingers over all the marks she’d made on the doorframe. The right sid...
Submitted to Contest #80
She stood there, just inside the doors, going over her speech one more time, and I couldn’t help but think that I was gazing at history in the making. Herstory, perhaps. I was assigned as her bodyguard the day she decided to run for the White House. The first woman to make it this far, and an Independent at that, there was no way I was turning down this assignment. Rarely was I more than five steps away from her in public. Only her girlfriend got closer to her. Her life was in my hands - my responsibility. And now Alexis Kennedy was about ...
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