Nadine Duke
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Alix and the Haunted Clothes Dryer
Alix slowly dropped the last quarter into the slot and...nothing happened. She looked around nervously, a bit sheepishly, which was out of character for her, and giggled to herself. Turning back to the machine, she selected “low heat” and started the dryer. Haha, haunted clothes dryer. How stupid! she thought to herself, snorting, and returned to her shiny plastic chair by the window to dive back into the steamy existential romance novel she brought with her to pass the time.
By Nadine Duke5 years ago in Horror
Too Little, Too Late
Today, I sold my father’s watch. If you’d asked me last week, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you if my father was even alive, let alone that he owned a watch. I watched, detachedly, as the pawn broker rifled through the small cigar box of junk my father had left me. Aside from the watch, there were a few chains, a brooch that I hoped he hadn’t stolen, and two plain wedding bands that might have been gold, among a nest of worthless ephemera. Faded tickets to a Supertramp concert, a tiny book bound in folded interlocking gum wrappers he’d made while in prison(I’d received one just like it for my eighth birthday, along with a letter asking me to tell my mom he still loved her), three mostly used books of matches, a few faded receipts, and a molar made up the rest of the box’s contents. I’d thrown the tooth in the trash bin before walking into the shop. No reason to punish the pawn broker.
By Nadine Duke5 years ago in Families
