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Submitted to Contest #292
A baker’s day always starts early in the morning before dawn breaks. This is especially true for Hazel Harris, who often wakes up at 2:00 a.m. Even now, after years of following this schedule, her body aches and fights with her when the alarm on the side of her bed sounds. She has since broken the snooze button and has never thought to fix it. On this April morning, her schedule was no different. She woke up in the early hour, put herself together for her day, and made a cup of coffee with lots of cream and lots of sugar, but didn’t eat beca...
Submitted to Contest #291
This story depicts violence and gore and touches on themes of grief. Someone is shaking my shoulders. They are shouting something but the ringing in my ear keeps me from understanding them. When I finally open my eyes, I see a man desperately trying to wake me. I don’t recognize him or the chaotic, seemingly battlefield I appear to be on for a second. A spring of panic wells within me. The man must see it because he pulls me close and says,...
Submitted to Contest #290
My days working at Kismet Coffee are monotonous and often as soon as I have a day off, I can’t even remember anything that happened. Occasionally we get some interesting characters, albeit rarely pleasant, that make the day go by just a little quicker. We always get three rushes of customers—the hours before most work days begin, lunch, and right before we close—but today, for whatever reason, it is 12:30 in the afternoon, but our only customer is Gerald, a regular who started coming in when he retired. During our slow times, our manager wan...
Submitted to Contest #289
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. I look around the room hoping something sparks recognition. My eye catches on a framed photo on the mantel of the fireplace. I hoist myself up, feeling my knees crack and my hip begin to throb. Shuffling over the carpet, I see a family in the photo. At the center, sitting on a chair is me. I have a broad grin on my face. On my left is a couple—a scrawny sort of man with wired-rimmed glasses and a thick cardigan and a smiling woman with a toddler on her hip. The younger woman has the same u...
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