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Hark! A Christmas Miracle!
Ten minutes to midnight. A woman sits on the trunk of her mangled car by the side of an endless road and has sat there for over an hour, stewing in her thoughts as she waits for the tow truck to arrive. Because of course this had to happen, getting stuck in the middle of God-forsaken nowhere, on the side of this damned frozen road, because she skidded on some damn black ice and slammed her junk car into a God-damned cow fence!
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Transience
Snow piles up outside the windows, glistening in the moonlight as it tumbles through the air. The house is warm and smells like ginger and clove. She’s been baking all afternoon and now the gingerbread is finally cool and hard as brick. She takes the cookies and the candy and the icing to the table and she nestles her toes under the soft belly of her dog who curls up at her feet. And then she gets to work.
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The Lost Hours
Melodic chimes resonate from a chorus of chrome-rimmed clocks mounted in every room. The final tolls of the temporal hivemind that infest the house sing in an inauspicious harmony. In each identical face, bold blue numbers suspended in darkness display the time. 10:00pm