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Submitted to Contest #52
“We’re going to play a game.” And just like that, I find myself in my own episode of I Was Prey. Except instead of a wild animal like a bear or a mountain lion staring me down, I’m faced with a much more dangerous predator. My former husband. Or current rather….Or….What do you call a spouse who is supposed to be dead? ~*~ “Hello, Alice.” It’s a beautiful fall day, the leaves just starting to dress in their warmer tones in place of summer greens. Wrapping my wool coat around me tighter, I find the chill sweeping throug...
Submitted to Contest #51
“How old are you today?” He hesitates and then responds, “Seven or eight.” Handing money to the cashier I look down at my brother, unruly mop of blond hair, eyes bright, patiently waiting for his purchases. A wave of sadness washes over me. I can’t hardly remember him at this age. There was too much turmoil in our lives at that time. So many blocked memories. “Thanks sis." He grabs his snickers and gum and runs out of the convenient store to meet his friends outside. “Hey!” I call after him. Following him out the door, grocery ...
Submitted to Contest #50
Ally sighs as she lets out a frustrated breath. Steadying herself against the door frame she closes her eyes and lets her forehead rest on her arm. Every goddamn time. Steeling herself she leans to pick up her husband’s socks and shoes strewn on the bedroom floor. She throws the socks in the hamper and puts the shoes in the closet on the shoe rack, but leans down to straighten them all so this pair will fit. Slamming the closet door she lets out another frustrated sigh. Every goddamn time. “Hey Hun what’s for dinner? I can hear m...
Submitted to Contest #49
Snow falls like an unwelcome blanket, covering the surrounding landscape, billowing over trees and rock outcroppings. Biting wind Frigid chill Shallow breaths Almost there. Hopefully. Gazing up at the bleak motionless sky, blinking away the minuscule icy daggers leaving pin pricks on my skin I try once again to determine which way the sun is setting. But the phantom glare only leaves me in confusion, tirelessly disoriented. Then I see it, the rock that looks like the face of a man. This is ...
Submitted to Contest #48
The buildings all look the same. Tall oblong edifices with multiple eyes gleaming in the midday sun, like robotic caterpillars stretching towards the sky. Grey. Not that I would know. From the time of birth all I’ve seen is grey. All anyone sees is grey. Not that we would know. We’re told this is what we see, variants of monochromatic grey. Once when I was eight I swore I saw what the ancients refer to as Luminosity. My teacher dismissed me to the principal's office for disrupting the class as I yelled repeatedly looking do...
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