After months of messages, my time was running out. Soon she’d know the photos were fake, my story someone else’s.
I emailed her from another phony account, my brother’s. Carl’s dead, I wrote. I’m here if you need me.
She responded quickly, devastated yet eager. I had my second chance.
Anna Sanderson is a writer from Nottingham, England, who writes about the world as she sees it. Her work can be found online and in numerous zines and anthologies. Follow her on Twitter at @annasanderson86.
“Darling, we’re out of vodka.”
Those were the last words he’d want to hear.
She met him at the door, arms outstretched to take his coat and hat, playing her role perfectly.
“I’m going to the club,” he snarled. No kiss.
“I know,” she whispered to the closed door, smiling.
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When you called, I raced round to your flat like you knew I would.
Afterwards, we sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee and sharing a cigarette.
It’s so good to be back together I told you, but you shook your head; Mike must never find out about this you insisted.
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Eve had been pretending to drown for almost a whole minute when Adam finally noticed. She admired his muscular body as he dived into the water.
He was at her side in a heart-flushed moment. As he pulled her to the bank, she whispered into his ear. “You’re mine now.”
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When the scientist stepped into the office, his eyes flickered before his boss. “I’ve found the cure to cancer!”
His boss sighed, assuming a gloomy expression. “Forget about it. Cancer is an elegant way to keep the world population in check.”
“But,” he grimaced, “I have cancer.”
“So do I.”
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