Vanity

Vanity

The grey-haired, hunched lady meandered through the flea market, pushing her empty shopping cart in front of her. Nothing much caught her eye. Leah was at the end of an aisle of stands filled with bric-a-brac when a gilt-framed mirror caught her eye. She leaned in for a closer look and was pleasantly surprised. Although…

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Scars Do Fade

Eos Rusty

Julie lay there with her eyes squeezed shut, but that wasn’t enough to shut out the light. The intense light was burning not just her eyes, but her entire body. She tried ducking her head under her arm to shield her eyes from the intensity of that searing sun. She lay there, spread eagle on…

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Scuttlebugs

The dust motes swam lazily in the warm sunshine as Aimee danced. Her arms spread wide, she twirled around three more times just for the deliciousness of the space, the warmth, and knowing this was, finally, her very own place.Soon a truck would pull up with her things and the new apartment wouldn’t be empty…

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Invasive Species

The silence was abrupt. After the pounding rain, the whipping wind, the sudden end of the storm made the house feel…bruised. Clarissa felt bruised too as she gently flicked her tongue over her back molar. “I hope it’s just my imagination that my tooth feels loose.” That was quite the wallop to the jaw she…

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Naughty Kitty

Naughty Kitty

The black cat slunk low against the wall, staying deep in the shadows until it reached the house and jumped into an open window. She ran up the staircase and into a bedroom, leaped into the bed, snuggled on a pillow and waited. Morgan knew she had been a very naughty kitty tonight. She felt…

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On Her Own

On Her Own

Claire murdered Don on Tuesday. It could have been an accident. Claire wasn’t quite sure herself. Don was buried on Friday. There was no memorial service for her husband. Don’s Butcher Shop closed on Friday, out of respect for Don, but it was open again for business on Saturday. They had more customers than she…

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The Number 6 Bus

The No. 6 Bus

I felt so relaxed, unusually so, for being at a bus stop. Usually, I’m looking around, checking my phone app, the time, and the news, but today was different. I just stood calmly, clutching my ticket and waiting. The early morning light vaguely illuminated the others who were waiting. We were all peacefully silent, like…

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Award Night

Fright Night Award

I knew I was going to win the award.The room was full of expectant authors, all eager to win the big prize of the evening: “Most Hair Raising Tale Likely To Be Made Into a Screenplay”. Everyone knew where the bigwigs from Amazon and Netflix were sitting. The room was full of wannabe ghouls and…

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