The votes are in from The House of Several Genres. The basement beat out the ground floor by a mere two points, so… because I love you all so much, we’re visiting both floors. 🙂
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When Art Intimidates Life (100 words, Horror)
I’ve checked the locks a thousand times, always keeping one eye on the painting. Any minute now, one of Gus’s little monsters, so pretty on canvas, will lift itself from art to life. I check the back exit again. Locked from outside, I cannot escape. Neither can they. The world is safe tonight. If only I might be also.
I hear her first, sharp breath and turn. Another gray shape marks where lively color once existed. She stands behind the bar, still adjusting to our three-dimensional world.
“No more playing nicely,” she purrs.
Thirteen wine bottles hurtle toward my head.
Not an Act of Golden Courage* (100 words, Romance)
We’ve been coming here two years now, separately since the Tyler incident. He sits at the counter, I at a booth. I deserve my banishment.
He’s wearing a uniform today. When did he enlist?
I hold up my book, so he will not see the tears forming as he passes by. The table jostles, his fingers curl over the top of the page, and a scrap of paper flutters to the table.
“When you finish your book, write and tell me how you liked it.” His finger catches my falling tear. “Morning in Antibes always makes me cry, too, Lily.
*Title taken from Morning in Antibes, page 223. “I had come for her,” John Knowles’s main character says of his unfaithful wife. “I had not gone away. I had come for her. Not an act of golden courage, not like giving up your life for what lies deeply in your heart, but just a short but definite and irrevocable step. Since I had never walked that way in my life, the first step could only be a short one.”
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