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Submitted to Contest #281
Holly sinks into the living room’s worn carpet, the fire’s heat curling weakly against her side but never reaching the shadowy corners. Her head shifts, grey fur brushing the floor as her gaze settles on Sarah bathed in the cold glow of her phone. The mother’s fingers hover near her temple, pressing at the space where ache and tension gather. Holly sniffs the air—it smells of pine, but thin and bitter, a poor mimic of the sap-slicked trees she remembers. The candle burns faintly sweet, a breath of something artificial. Max crouches on the fl...
Submitted to Contest #282
The first thing Grace consumed wasn’t food. Not really. Milk, thin and clinical, siphoned through a tube that vanished into her stomach like an afterthought. Eight weeks early, she’d arrived crumpled and furious, her skin the raw red of someone too new, her lungs collapsing inward like paper bags squeezed too hard. Her parents named her Grace because it sounded strong, solid, unyielding. But there wasn’t strength in her then. There was a hole in her heart—a thief, silent and cunning, already stealing from her before she’d even opened her eye...
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