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Submitted to Contest #190
“Speak now.” Marta tried to take a deep breath. The air in the hearing test booth was stifling. She’d been fighting claustrophobia while the tones had sounded in first her good ear and then much more faintly in her bad one. When they had begun testing her bad ear, she’d at first thought there was some technical difficulty, that the machine had died, because instead of the steady stream of beeps and clicks she’d heard the first time, this test seemed to ...
Submitted to Contest #189
(TW: death) It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The wind smelled of wood smoke and ice. Lucy was ready for the weather. She had taken a scalding hot shower that morning and then sat panting under the hair dryer afterwards. She’d been so warm that she’d had to remind herself of the temperature, checking her weather app repeatedly while she dressed: silk long underwear, flannel-lined jeans, a scratchy Irish wool sweater. She’d greased her face in layers of lotion and creams and smeared her lips with Vaseline....
Shortlisted for Contest #188 ⭐️
(TW: death, allusion to death of a child) “So, what’s the catch?” Margaret Foster wasn’t about to be had. She knew that a house in the Grove Hills neighborhood shouldn’t be on the market for any less than half a million dollars. Not in this economy. Each street was lined with giant hemlocks and oaks, slow-growth trees that spoke of real history, not nouveau riche water maples or Bradford pears. This neighborhood had a real Frank Lloyd Wright desig...
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