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“We have plenty of time”Without a word, she revolved in place with hands on hips, elbows jutted and lips puckered. As her eyes glared down at our bodies adorned with lingerie and filigree, I imagined her brain firing up all over again. The blasé comment was a fatal mistake, offered up by the trust fund teenager, in a moment far from optimistic. If the teenager had taken a second to read the room, she would have understood that the fire - her cousin - was already smoking and didn’t need any more poking. The careless comment was anot...
Submitted to Contest #92
15-Hello.Woah. It’s dark here.Here…wait. Where is here? I’m not sure.Okay. Think. Think for a second. Get your bearings.Hmmm. What was I just doing before that wave of consciousness?Ah, I don’t know. At least, I can’t remember.Maybe I have been here before? Maybe not? Maybe I do know this eerie darkness.19-So.I don’t remember anything. Or exac...
Submitted to Contest #88
Hue Nielson kept a tally chart on his desk wall.Every Monday, he arrived at his station somewhere between ten thirty and eleven, in his creased untucked suit and blonde bed hair with enough noise to overshadow his fellow salesmen in mid pitch. His priorities were off. The huddle on Monday was never his first priority, as it should have been for every sales representative at Gregory & Gordon. No, Hue Nielson’s first priority was to take a black marker, straighten the chart on the wall, and add a line to his tally. To ...
Submitted to Contest #81
The drain had been blocked for two hours, but after the third she’d managed to clear it.She fell back, stood up over the basin and waited.It had congealed but finally it caught suction, slurping away.The cleaning fluid she’d used tempted her sinuses, but her eyes were already starting to dry.When she was sure it was all gone, she stripped and stood under a warm stream.In the shower, the residue was scrubbed off of her body. It clung to the creases in her hands and the beds of her nails, but it came away....
Submitted to Contest #79
Hurt people hurt people. It’s a line that illustrated many of my pastors’ sermons. Sure. But you know what? The truth hurts more. And the truth was that my auntie’s husband had never liked us. * You can’t say things like that; my mother snapped at the open road before us, bracing the steering wheel. She’d rebuked me for saying so for almost five years. The length of time the man I was fo...
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