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Submitted to Contest #86
 Anna put the shopping bag down onto the large suede ottoman in her walk-in wardrobe. Hundreds of high-end clothing items, shoes, and accessories surrounded her, but in the bag were her very first second-hand items. She put them on one by one and inspected herself in the full-length mirror. The black dress had a broken seam in the hem, the strappy black shoes had large scuff marks from their previous owners, but at least the old pearl necklace was nice. I wish she could see me now, Anna thought. Some time ago, Anna gave up offering Ho...
Submitted to Contest #85
 The air was ringing with the music of hard work, iron banging on iron. Hephaestus breathed it in, steam, forge smoke and all, and smiled in the knowledge that there wasn’t a callous-free mortal hand or clean dry brow as far as he could see. The potters working around his temple were putting their fresh pots out to dry and the blacksmiths were hammering bronze into shape. Hephaestus pushed his wheelchair towards the altar where some worshippers were making offerings. The wheels glided along the marble floor effortlessly, and an intric...
 Princess Imogen’s heart skipped a beat as she saw a new scene out the window. What is happening out there in the garden, she thought. Is that a delivery witch speaking with our porter? The two characters might be all the way down there at ground level but Imogen’s lifetime spent staring out of this window has given her excellent long vision. The witch’s wizened face and grey shawl embroidered with red knotwork were clear to her, as was the ribbon-wrapped bronze rod in those arthritic hands. The witch handed it to the porter and went t...
Submitted to Contest #80
Constance arrives at the shops in her plain, economical hatchback, 15 minutes earlier than necessary to pick her fiance up. She wonders what the good news is that he mentioned in his text; she checks her phone again now that she’s out of the car, but he hasn’t let up any more information. Over the shoulder of the last customer of his shift, Dan notices one fast-moving woman navigating through the supermarket’s denizens and he can tell it’s his Constance before her features are even visible. The bench she always sits on to wait for him is vi...
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