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Submitted to Contest #84
Tick. “Hey, man. We were worried about you but the doc says you’re doing great. You’re real lucky, you know that? Just waiting on you to wake up now. After that it shouldn’t be long. You can go home the day after.” Tick. “Come on, buddy. Three days, really? It’s okay. Third time’s the charm, I know.” Tick. “Come on, Tryst. It’s been a week and there’s been no change. You’re not getting worse, but you’re not getting better either. You’re starting to freak us out a little bit.” Tick. “It’s been a month. We’ve all came to see you, the who...
Submitted to Contest #77
“It needs a mustache." Ichabod and Atticus were outside on a frigid Sunday morning. Ichabod had woken Atticus way too early, exclaiming that it was indeed snowing, which surprisingly triggered a similar response from Atticus — judging by how he had jumped out of the bed to run to the window and then to the closet to immediately throw on warmer clothes. It's not every winter that it snows like this. In fact, it’s not every winter that they’re together. Oh, 1620, 1888, 1977 and plenty of times in between....
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