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Submitted to Contest #77
Three-day blizzard had left the streets with a brilliant white coat. Something about white of snow like yellow of a flame has always mesmerized me. I could feel them on my skin, not a faint feeling, but a strong and bold burning sensation. It is the charm of extremes, which leaves every other experience to pale in comparison, leaving no memorable impression. Stepping away from the window, I whiffed around the room like a dog, trying to feel her scent under my nose, but it had dissipated after three days, in spite of keeping all the doors and...
Submitted to Contest #74
The needle stabbed the skin deep until a red drop soaked the metal. I didn’t feel pain anymore. The bloody needle scratched the one hundred and fifty eight mark on the formerly white wall. I dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton ball over the newly punctured skin in my left inner arm. The newly punctured skin was located at the end of series of fading marks surrounding my body. I stood few paces back watching the whole picture, the tally marks, that started one day on a whim, the day I was released from the hospital, in a desperate attempt to cop...
Submitted to Contest #73
Excessive exertion left my body aching in pain and agony, not yet fully restored to its former health. My left hand throbbed and tingled owing to singularly heaving the redundant objects which served no purpose in my life any more. Listlessly I looked around the room: Devoid of any personality or ardor, it could have belonged to anyone. The white rectangular patches on the walls told a story of not just a grave defeat, but of a defeated spirit. The box, with the red wrapping paper (my sole Christmas present so far) lay unopened on the table....
Submitted to Contest #72
Three. Four. Five steps to the bedroom window. I rose every day at exactly sixty minutes to sunrise, not a minute earlier or later; otherwise I had stomach pains well into the evening. During that time I tended to several tasks, opening the windows in the right order. First the second floor, starting from the bedroom, seventeen steps to the bathroom, and twenty more step to the immaculately neat guest room (despite the fact it had not accommodated any guest for years). Afterwards down the twelve staircase steps. First left foot then joined b...
Submitted to Contest #71
It’s been six months since I was transferred from the city to this small town. The way captain Rodrigues, my former boss, looked at me when I handed him the transfer request, as if finally a screw got loose in my head under the pressure of the job. It took much explaining to convince the old man that the doctors had given an ultimatum. Either to continue living the way I was, and expect the insomnia and the fits of anger to cut my life decades shorter, or if I wanted to see my daughters married and to hug my grandchildren someday, I had to c...
Submitted to Contest #70
‘It was so lucky we were able to post bail,’ mother says pushing against the police station’s glass door, and I follow behind her, ‘considering your brother’s situation.’ Tommy, my younger brother, was born with a hereditary condition which limits his mobility. He sees a physical therapist two or three times a week depending on how much money there is. You can imagine how that puts a serious financial strain on a part time piano instructor. Her only relief is looking forward to the small pension check of my late father. She is stretched bet...
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