The whisper of my dress stung against sunburned thighs.
Jackpot
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Lit From Within
Content Warning: domestic violence
Inheritance
Bing-bong.
Anton jumped at the sound of the doorbell. The Seth Thomas clock above the fireplace read 11:57.
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Swing Vote
Florence watched through the window, as the lamplighter worked down the street. The methodical routine soothed her jangled nerves. The man bent to twist the knob and start the gas flowing, then reached up with the pole-mounted lighter. He pulled a lever and the striker sparked. A cheery glow spilled across the cobblestones as he moved onto the next post. Twist. Spark. Glow. Repeat. Continue reading
Invasion
The headlamp – a Radiant 475 – was the best money could buy. The light disappeared into the abyss, the tight beam turning fuzzy, before it was swallowed by nothingness. Continue reading
3AM
If midnight was the Witching Hour, then 3AM was the Hour of Self Loathing. A litany of conditioning and doubt – stupid, ugly, worthless. Coward. Flagellating myself in the darkness, the list marched circles in my head.
History
Image: Text is from the “About Us” section of a local florist’s website, most blacked out. Remaining text reads:
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