Myra gasped for air, her long, lank hair sticking to her neck like straw colored plastic wrap to day old hot dogs. She swatted at flies buzzing around her head and tried to concentrate on her breathing. The air was thick and hung around the porch like mosquito netting. Myra took a deep breath in, fanning herself with her too-thin hand.
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In hot pursuit, Mike dodged the shoe she threw at him as he jumped over a turned over trash can. The alley was narrow and filled with items Mike never imagined he would see. She took her clothes off as she ran, throwing her skirt and blouse at him as they charged down the dark row.
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Crouching near the base of the cement stairs, Magda could hear booted footsteps approaching. Shifting back into the shadows, the approaching torches were glowing, casting shadows of their bearer against the stone walls of the stairwell. She would know his profile anywhere. She unsheathed her dagger and held it firmly in her hand.
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“Is that what I am to you? Charity?!” Spittle flew from his mouth.
She was startled by his anger but dared not respond. He was most dangerous when he yelled like this. Angry, but not being loud.
He stepped closer, his fetid breath washing over her face.
“Well?” He said, his eyes hot embers of fury.
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I was afraid. Afraid my feelings were unfounded.
I lifted the tarp and saw the smooth shape of the convertible’s wheel wells beneath.
Pulling the tarp back further, a wave of foul odor hit my face like a brick. I could see a foot extended over the back seat into the front.
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“For the last time, Mama, I’m not a hair dresser. I’m a stylist!”
“Stylist? Don’t go puttin’ on airs, Daughter Mine. You’re a hair dresser. Just like your no good Meemaw was.”
Tara felt hot tears running down her face.
“Meemaw was not no good, Mama.” She said in a low voice, eyes averted. “You are.”
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“I can’t.” Marie’s eyes dropped to the ground. Her pale hands were clasped in front of her, the red nails looking suddenly garish in the waning light.
“You can’t or you won’t? I know it’s difficult.” Michael put a gentle finger under her chin and tipped her face up. He met her eyes and smiled.
“I can’t.” She smiled with menace and Michael’s spine tingled in fear.
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Once her chores were done, Melody set out to shower and get ready. Passing the mirror in her bedroom, her eye caught the picture of Chad in the lower corner and her heart began to pound. Just a few hours until their first date. She smiled and waved to his picture as she skipped into the attached bathroom and undressed. She stepped into the shower and reached for the shampoo.
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She stood in the crosswalk, her ancient legs shuffling in place. I stared at her through the windshield. The sun was beaming me in the eye through her blue curls. Her huge sunglasses hid her eyes, but I could see her watching me from the corner. She smiled. I smiled and waited.
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Frazzled didn’t even begin to cover the level of stress Steph was dealing with. Glancing at the clock, she grabbed her pen and paper and picked up her glass to drink some water before running to her next meeting. Tilting the glass up and closing her eyes, she enjoyed the cool, refreshing liquid until she felt something chunky slide down her throat.
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