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Submitted to Contest #305
Trigger warning: this story contains depictions of a toxic relationship.He padded around the kitchen in his bare feet, dragging them in that slow, deliberate way he knew got on my nerves. The greasy pan he’d used for breakfast clattered on the hob, sticky with bacon fat, butter and charred crumbs. The smell of it hung thick in the air, laced with cigarette smoke, burnt crumpets and something else I couldn’t quite pin down - something sour.She pressed her face closer to my chest, nose twitching under my arm, her soft whiskers drooping. Her sm...
Submitted to Contest #304
"Anywhere here will do," Lila urged, flicking her eyes between the street and her phone: on and off, on and off. 11:55. The car inched forward. The ignition clicked to the rhythm of the driver chewing gum."Can't stop here. It's for black cabs only," he muttered. "Busy, busy. Always busy." He laughed to himself.Lila tapped her foot. 11:56."Sir. I'm going to miss my train."She unfastened her seatbelt; it snapped back against the leather, slightly damp from her sweat. Without waiting for a reply, she pushed open the door.The car screeched to a ...
Submitted to Contest #290
“Should be here somewhere,” she muttered, shuffling a damp cardboard box with brown tape out from under the couch. She cracked it open. “Wow,” she exhaled. “2006.” “Feels like so long ago.”“It was a long time ago, Mum,” I said. She hesitated, biting her lip, as if considering pushing the box away. “You don’t have to,” I offered, placing my hand on the box, about to nudge it back under the couch. “No,” she said, more firmly this time, pulling it toward her. The box squeaked across the parquet floor. “See? Ev...
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