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Submitted to Contest #118
Mother says my brother is sick. The stones, cut slate, are set firm into the earth; they do not budge as I race towards the town of Bayle. To either side of me runs the wall. It is crumbling, but still high. My footfalls are mostly silent, but they are enough to startle a raven into flight. The leaves, though turned for autumn, have yet to fall from the trees. Filtered through them the morning’s light is honey-colored, dripping into puddles on the forest floor. The crisp air sears my windpipe and squeezes m...
Submitted to Contest #115
“Ella, meet Raymond. He was born in 1875. He lives in the telephone wires.” The man, George, was speaking. “Very few know about Raymond -- he realized it’s better that way long ago. You are joining a group I can count with just my fingers.” George turned, picked up a telephone headset. It was that archaic kind, with the rotary dial and rubber-encased wire that coiled round and round in tight little ringlets. “Hello, Raymond. This is Ella. She’s here to meet you,” he said into the...
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