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Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” I looked up with a smile on my face and a spoonful of pudding in my hand. “Sure.” Maggie shifted uncomfortably. “This isn’t our first time meeting each other.” “Right,” I said. “We’ve been friends for three months now. Of course it’s not the first time.” “No, Tara. That’s not what I mean.” I set down my spoon and frowned. “I don’t get it.” Maggie looked up at the ceiling with a worried look for a few seconds, and then looked back at me. “We were friends before. You just...don’t remember.” “What does tha...
Submitted to Contest #54
She was outside, waiting for her fiancé who was running late. He was outside, waiting for his date who he knew would never come. She was wearing a striped turtleneck sweater and jeans. He was wearing track pants and an oversized t-shirt. She had just moved back to California after studying in New York for four years. He had lived in California his entire life. They were both at the same fair, in the same city, at the same time, waiting in the same place. But it wasn’t until he looked over his shoulder, searching frustratedly for his date, th...
Submitted to Contest #53
The first thing I remember feeling was the way the sun was making my skin itch and burn. After being in quarantine for so long, my body had become sensitive to heat. I groaned, and my eyes fluttered open. The sun was right in my face, and my eyelids began to blink in pain. “Oh my god, are you okay?” a familiar voice called. I felt hands pull me into a sitting position, and I groaned again. “What happened?” I managed to ask. My eyes closed again, and I reached up to massage my temples. “You passed out. God, do I need t...
Submitted to Contest #52
“Hold still.” “I’m trying.” “Hold still!” “I’m excited!” I giggled. I blinked as the last white rose was secured into my hair. “There. I’m done,” Melanie sighed, sitting down for the first time in two hours. “You have way too much hair, you know.” I stared at my reflection and sighed contentedly. “I love it. Thank you so much. White roses are his favorite, you know. That’s why I picked them.” Melanie smiled. “You look beautiful.” “Thank you.” I stood quickly. “How much time do I have before the wedding starts?” She reac...
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