Fiction
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"They will say it was the Devil, but it wasn’t. Restless with temptations of the flesh, I paced my small cell within the monastery walls. I went out to the garden, to cool my searing flesh and pray for forgiveness from the Divine Father, from whom all relief must flow. My brethren slept, so I slipped out beneath the full moon of autumn, to pray for purity of mind."
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"Mikaela waited, sitting in the window of her solitary little cottage as the village lights went out, one window at a time, until all lay dark. A full moon threw silver lights on the cobblestones of the road that wound through the valley. Smoke rose from chimneys to shade the stars. Dry leaves scraped the stones, though many still clung to rattle together in the night wind."
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"The envelope sits on the island in the kitchen, in the circle of yellow light from the overhead lamp. It is addressed to my son. I look at it, a sandwich in one hand, with the dog we got for him in second grade sitting at my feet, brown eyes hopeful."
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A 16 word story, winner of The Penny Fiction prize.
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"Aurelia dragged the kitchen chair toward the cabinet where Grandma kept the cookies. Grandma's freshly washed dishes sat in a rack, glinting prettily in the afternoon sun."
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