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Submitted to Contest #285
Gabriel’s head hurt. He was afraid to open his eyes. It was one of those headaches. When he eventually pried the lids open, he did not like what he saw. He was lying in the middle of a suburban road. It extended in both directions as far as he could see. House after house after house. He did not recognize any of them. Well, that is not entirely accurate. They looked familiar; they reminded him of houses he had seen before. But he had no idea where he was or how he got there. Now that he was paying attention, with his eyes wide open, somethin...
Submitted to Contest #284
Dear Marie, This Christmas does not feel the same without you. They probably never will. I know you won’t read this; but I’ve been told writing you a letter, whether or not you read it, will help me process how I feel. I cherished every year we spent together. I remember our very first Christmas. I bought you those cheap earrings, that you only wore once, but swore you loved. You got me those pants, that actually fit me, but were the wrong color. Sometimes I sit and wonder how ...
Submitted to Contest #283
“Has anyone seen Ed?” The question echoed through the house. “I think he is in the bathroom.” He was. Edward had been feeling rather solemn at the Christmas party. He felt distracted. He kept looking behind people while they spoke as if he was looking for someone, or something, else. Now he found himself in the bathroom, staring directly in his own eyes, trying to rally himself to the remainder of the evening. I’...
Submitted to Contest #280
“Mark… I think he knows. He has been watching me more closely lately. I don’t think I can see you for a while… I know, I know. But it has to be this way… Who knows what he will do if he ever figured it out.”“Who the hell are you talking to?!?... Hello, Mark, this is Paul. How stupid do you think I am?”“…”“You have a lot of nerve. Never talk to my wife again or I will wring your neck. And you, Catherine, you are going to tell me everything. Right now!”“I… I can’t… I’m sorry Paul, I—”“Like hell you can’t! When did this start? What the fuck is ...
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