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Submitted to Contest #293
Tomás shuffled along the aisles, one eye on his ticket, the other on the places where the seat numbers should be. So far, halfway through the plane he had traveled, he had found both empty: the places where the numbers should be, and the seats themselves, where the passengers should be sitting. He would take a step, look at his ticket, mutter the number to himself—“42F”—look up, across the aisle, not find what he was looking for, and move on, perpetually repeating the process.“May I ask why you’re wet, mate?” a voice suddenly asked. It belon...
Submitted to Contest #292
For what feels like an eternity, I stare at the bloodied body without being able to move. It's sprawled at my feet, limbs flung wide open, limp, each arm and leg pointing in a different direction on the filthy cobblestone ground of the tiny, walled, dark, and abandoned courtyard. Above us, the moonlight and the sparks of stars flicker behind white clouds that slice through a deep blue sky, like ghost ships crossing distant, uncharted seas—the lairs of mythical creatures and fearsome leviathans.With my free hand, I grope blindly at my own sto...
Submitted to Contest #281
The taxi driver, who had been driving for two and a half blocks at very low speed, turning and craning his head and neck, paying attention to the house numbers, finally signaled to the right and parked next to the curb, in front of a mansion worthy of a Hollywood movie, in the most upscale neighborhood in the city. He disengaged the car and pulled the handbrake. “We’re here?” he turned and asked. “I sure hope so…” the passenger muttered, dumbfounded, his mouth already open before the words had even begun to come out. He didn’t look at the dr...
Submitted to Contest #280
“How long have you been sitting there? Didn’t you hear me knock? What, were you going to leave me outside until someone called the cops?”“...”“The forecast is for a storm, you know? Were you going to leave me out there in the rain?”“It’s a fuckin’ apartment building, Daniel, and out there it’s a fuckin’ corridor, you wouldn’t be in the rain.”“Look, so she talks! Thank God your mother gave me a copy of the key.”“Well, she shouldn’t have done that, she had no right...”“Well... At least tell me you remembered to eat something, since from the lo...
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