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Submitted to Contest #292
May I sit down? Thank you. I missed the last bus. What’s that? … Oh, I’m not worried. The schedule online says only another 10 minutes. It’s a beautiful day. … Well, yes, I guess a gray sky might be gloomy for some people. But I just left the Yellow House, and I feel like a new man. … Never? Really? I guess I can understand. My landlady’s never been there either. She and I disagree sometimes on things. Honestly, sometimes she acts more like a wife, nagging me. But I’m not too ashamed to admit I needed some direction. And now, thanks to th...
Dr. Grant pulled into his parking space outside his office and hopped out of the car. He slammed the door of his beat-up Toyota to shut it, but the latch of the door refused to catch. On the second try, he hip-checked the door and that did the trick. He thought he’d have to use his hip again when he opened the back passenger door to pull out his briefcase, but the back door seemed to be in a more agreeable mood and shut without any complaints. Two flakes of paint from the body of the vehicle fluttered to the ground, but Dr. Grant didn’t care...
Submitted to Contest #277
You hear her humming as she sweeps the hearth for the fourth time today. She normally hums, the girl who has fallen asleep more than once in the ash of the fireplace because of how tired she is during her chores, but today the melody is a bouncy one. You can hear her smile as the notes skip along the way she had earlier when she went to the garden out back. You are the reason she’s so happy. You are also the reason why, even though she doesn’t know it yet, she will end the day in a puddle of tears. You promised her the only wish she’s expre...
Submitted to Contest #134
Luna stood at the stove mixing the oatmeal, watching so it wouldn’t burn. She’d offered Kion a steak to celebrate. She’d even planned ahead, spending time at the market to pick the finest cuts of meat and scrutinizing the potatoes and beans. Berries, she thought as she moved to the fresh fruit. Kion loves berry pie. We can have that for dessert tonight. &nb...
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