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Submitted to Contest #310
The overhead fluorescents hummed their familiar dirge as Elysia adjusted Mrs. Chen's pillow. The old woman's breathing had settled into the shallow rhythm that meant days, not weeks."There," Elysia whispered, smoothing the blanket. "Better?"Mrs. Chen's eyes fluttered open, unfocused but grateful. Her hand twitched against the covers, and Elysia caught it gently, feeling the papery skin and bird-bone fingers. How many hands had she held like this? How many last breaths had she counted?Her phone buzzed. A text from her brother: Still coming to...
Riley turned into the dusty parking lot, tapping the steering wheel as several moving vans finished unloading the latest abandoned storage containers slated for auction. She had always loved playing the lottery of opening those lost vaults, unearthing people’s left behind treasures...or trash. Her thrift shop needed some quirky new inventory and today felt promising. Riley entered Unit A24 first, flicking on glaring overhead lights. An initial scan showed holiday decorations, old electronics equipment stacked haphazardly around shop tools...
The shriveled husk of a rat lay baking in the relentless sun—the third one Daria had seen this morning. She shook her head bitterly and turned away. This drought was slowly strangling the life from her people, leaving the desert settlements shrouded in despair. Who knew how much more their meager water ration could sustain them? As Daria gazed over the fractured walls of the dead city rising from the haze, she felt a spark of hope pierce her gloom. The mysterious note had pointed them to an uncharted oasis somewhere beyond these ruins. An oa...
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