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Submitted to Contest #272
TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains references to sexual and physical violence.The first things to fall are my shoes. There’s a quiet smack-smack as they hit the ground, the pair creating their own echo in the almost-empty tent. The only other sound is a plodding clump…clump…clump, giant shoes finding their place on the ladder behind me. Quickly I am mid-wire, ahead of him, but not far enough. I need to create more space.From behind, he threatens: “You can’t…” (clump) “run away…” (clump) “from me…” Clump-clump. He is on the platform. I say ...
Penny, we need to talk. You know that feeling, just when you think you’re in control of your life, you find out someone’s been behind the scenes, playing you? For years, I’ve felt like you’ve had my back. You’ve been there through my college recruitment, my courtship and marriage to Charles, the birth of my only daughter, the challenges of discovering her special needs and meeting them as she grew. You saw me through the guerrilla training camp in Nicaragua, the intelligence mission in Belarus, and that ill-fated Pentagon contract job ...
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