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CONTEST HONORABLE MENTION: The Skin She Lives In

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, suicide, murder, and slight gore —- “You never told me your name,” the woman says. She smiles, just like my late wife. She licks her lips. Her dark cherry lipstick shines in the pale moonlight.
“I’m not sure why you need to know my name,” I say, fiddling with the black lighter in my hand. “We’re not friends.”
“Really?” the woman asks. She drops her finished cigarette and puts it out before she digs her heel into my sneaker. I wince.

CONTEST WINNER: Calla’s Boot

CALLA SALLOW lays in a mangled nest of sheets. The room is tiny and there are articles of underclothes strewn about, all well-worn hand-me-downs. Light streams in from a tiny window on the far wall, illuminating Calla’s rat’s nest of blonde hair. She rolls over and groans when she hears the voice of her boss, MRS. DELANEY, call from down the stairs.