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Submitted to Contest #307
PrologueBefore the DoorwayWest Virginia, 1952Dr. Elias stood at the edge of the operating theater, arms folded, eyes fixed on the woman at the table. Walter Freeman didn’t work like a surgeon. He worked like an artist. Like a man so practiced at killing something inside a person that it no longer felt like violence.The pick slid in clean, just above the eye and beneath the ridgeline of the brow. Freeman tilted the handle with a casual grace and for a fraction of a second, Elias swore he heard a whisper… maybe. A rustling like dry leaves twis...
Submitted to Contest #294
September 8, 1986Elsa,It’s just me now. Just me and the waves. I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe I just want to believe you can still hear me.The boat is quiet without you. I keep thinking I’ll hear your footsteps in the cabin, that soft little shuffle you made when you didn’t want to wake me. But I know better. You’re not here, and I did that.I miss you. God, I miss you.You never should’ve stayed with me, Elsa. You should’ve let me rot the moment you saw what I was becoming. But you, you never ran. Not when the hunger started, not wh...
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