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Submitted to Contest #34
“Been bloody raining for hours” Nevil proclaimed with marked disgust.“It's been raining for days, dear,” Maddy replied, even though she knew he wasn't actually talking to her.“Days are made of hours, aren't they?” Nevil asked.“Of course, dear.” Mary said, then quietly went about her knitting.The scowl on Nevil's face made him look like a Muppet. His brow furrowed, bushy white eyebrows resting atop eyes that seemed never to move independently of the rest of his head. His jaw fixed, only the lower part moving. The hair growing from his inner-e...
The house was warm and bright, smelling of lemons and gunpowder.Martha picked up the laundry basket, almost spilling over with soiled clothing, and used the .357 revolver to weight it all down. She didn't want to pick up one more sock or shirt or skidmarked underwear, from her nice clean floor.She was sure, this trip, she got all of them. God, she hoped she got all of them.Her demeanor was neutral, neither happy nor sad, and she did not have a merry tune brimming in her heart. Only a dull thump-thump in her chest made the tempo for which she...
Submitted to Contest #30
Max knew what a mid-life crisis was, theoretically, but didn't believe in them. He understood that sometimes you have to shake things up, take some risks, just to keep feeling alive in a mundane existence, but refused to place a clock on when that might be a need for someone, anyone. It happened when it needed to. Didn't it? He didn't actually know. He never had those impulses to quit something hazardous to his health, or do something death-defying, or try food from a country he gave up trying to pronounce. None of those tempted him in ...
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