Category: short story

This Time

She spoke softly. She spoke just above audible, her voice grave. She told me to change it this time. She told me to choose differently, to follow the words into the light, instead of turning around to the familiar. She gripped my hand, unusually…

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To serve others was all she’d ever known. Bred for a purpose, now she would become a housewarming gift for a lucky gentleman. “Make sure you know what he likes to eat,” scolded her mother, “or else you’ll always have an irritable man.” Other…

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