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Submitted to Contest #276
“Let’s run away.” “Huh?” I said, looking up from the book in my hands. The bookstore surrounding us was new, built in the sunken basement level of a strip mall that had lain empty since I was a teenager. It was bright and well-lit however, with outdoor seating and a restaurant. We had come here to celebrate the waning days of Fall and reconnect since the Summer; when school ended and work had torn us away from our weekly meet-ups and nightly hang-outs. Being here reminded me of those cool afternoons on my porch, watching the sun go dow...
Submitted to Contest #231
Col. George Olsen hadn’t changed much in the five years since Lou saw him last. Even sitting in a New York diner, his bearing gave him away to the observant as a career military man; the aviators he insisted on wearing certainly didn’t help matters. Luca Aragno took a wry look at his former commanding officer, then puffed on his cigarette and said: “You seem disappointed. Is it the hair?” Olsen grit his teeth, and behind his dark frames Luca could still see his eyes involuntarily glance at his long, black ponytail. It made a stark cont...
Submitted to Contest #209
It had been a long, hot Summer day off the side of I-95 when Laura looked up from behind the counter of the refurbished Cenex station to see the long figure rounding the corner of the building. He strode through the glass doors, looked around, and then walked up to her. “Hello,” he said in friendly but polished tone. He had clearly been practicing this as he walked over. “Hi there,” Laura said in her most casual-yet-welcoming voice. The gas station was large, but nearly empty of customers. Behind the open slot in the wall perpendicular t...
Submitted to Contest #206
The air was thick with the taste of ash; a low-lying, nearly impossible-to-place tickling at the back of one’s throat. A slight annoyance that nevertheless made every moment a chore. Jonas trekked on regardless, knowing under normal circumstances that he should raise his bandanna or at least turn up his coat to try to protect his throat and lungs. Hardly matters, he thought to himself. It’s not in the air, it IS the air. Stopping to rest his legs, Jonas looked up. The proof of his point hung in the grey sky, staring down back at him. ...
Submitted to Contest #203
Donovan was sitting when Larry came into the gym, his feet crossed, reading a newspaper of some kind in his hand. He barely looked up to greet his friend, choosing instead to finish whatever headline had caught his attention. “So,” Larry began. Donny folded the broadsheet in front of him meticulously and finally straightened, like a cat being roused from its nap. “So?” he intoned in response. Lawrence Jones began to rapidly lose patience, looking around the dusty gymnasium with something bordering on contempt. The center of the space...
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