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Weekly Contest #343
7:45 a.m.The curtain is drawn, and death lurks behind, a merciless shadow hungry for his victim. I wonder if the shadow knows of the helpless souls attached to this one body. Not only will death be rewarded with one today, but fifty. I twist uncomfortably on the wooden bench. Five pews, each empty except for a woman sniffling in the front row. I recognize her amber hair from the last pew, and sympathy almost courses through me.Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… I yank at my tie, the tightness around my neck unbearable.“One cup of coffee, black, two sug...
I was dying.“Miss Graves?”Is this what a heart attack feels like?I needed to go home. I was too far—“MISS GRAVES?”I looked up, startled by the slightly raised tone. The clock next to the brunette woman ticked on, showing me the remainder of time.“Sorry.” I felt the heat on my cheeks as I licked my lips nervously.“It’s okay. How’s the adjustment to the new medication?” I looked as her eyes softened at the question.Guilt stirred, and I wanted to tell her I wouldn’t know—that the medication bottle sat on my nightstand untouched for two weeks.“I...
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