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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021
Submitted to Contest #91
The bridge railing felt cold under my hands, the once smooth metal rough with age. I had the thought that it should feel different. The last time I’ll feel metal in my hands, and it should feel significant. But it doesn’t. “Nice night.” I jumped, and my grip tightened instinctively, a sharp edge digging into my palm. I turned towards the voice to see a man in a fedora, his handlebar mustaches waxed to a tight curl. He was too far away to grab me and even if he tried, all I had to do was let go. The man leaned on my railing, “Oh, you don’t...
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