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Submitted to Contest #294
“What’s your name, Sister?”Every sinew, every neuron wanted to comply, but blood dribbled out of my mouth when I parted my lips.Embarrassed, I motioned for another towel from the stacked pile beside the man. He wasn’t dressed as anyone helpful, but I didn’t care. He seemed kind enough—not like the others.He understood my frantic wave and leaned over to grab another shop rag. The first one was still in my hand, soaked and useless.He handed me the thing with remorse arched into his shoulders—much like he did when he opened the door to my inces...
Submitted to Contest #286
Jill, can you come in here for a second The instant message caused instant anxiety for the company’s compliance manager. Jill minimized the fifth interruption of the day from her CEO, and pinched her forehead. She breathed in and out in the measured way her Chaos Master had instructed. As she tried refocusing on her daily quest for inner peace, all the office phones shrilled at once, their insistence of being picked up a nagging declaration of urgency. She hyper focused on the aggressive crunch of staplers being forced down in...
Submitted to Contest #284
“Who’s that in my house?”The dark, handsome child turned his attention from the TV and responded. His voice was deeper than a boy’s ought to be. “We’ve been over this—that’s you. Do you want me to take it down?” I didn’t know how to answer him when the volume was missing in the room. I couldn’t understand what held his focus or mine. He rolled his eyes back to his video game when he got no response from me. Trying to make sense of what he said, I raised a tired hand towards the face in the flaking mirror. Both were pale and wrinkle...
Submitted to Contest #243
Nicole picked up a cherimoya and pretended to examine it while sneaking glances at the wizen shopkeeper. His stares were bold, so she turned a cold shoulder to him—a weak attempt at hiding from his judgment. She perused plums and pomegranates as if it were her birthright to buy his wares. The hole-in-the-wall souk was never busy like the rest of the market. The emptiness of it was usually inviting, but anxiety was starting to rouse Nicole as she continued her hunt for less bruised produce under the keeper’s watchful eye. For the first time, ...
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