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Silver says: I really like the way she used the prompt and the twist at the end was unexpected. I always get an excellent sense of setting in her writing.
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Silver says: An interesting snippet using the senses to set the scene with a big truth at the end.
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Silver says: What an effective use of dialogue which not only gave insight into the characters but to the setting and the situation! Well done and I totally want to know more about Dom, Sunshine, and her trust issues!
“Just incarcerated, then.”
“This isn’t a prison.”
“Then let me out. I want to see the sun. And you clearly need to use up some vacation time.”
“I’ll take my vacation when you do,” he said.
“Oh, that sounds perfectly sane.” I snorted. “You do realize you’ll be dead before I get out of here, old man?”
I figured Dom to be in his late thirties. Not old by any stretch. Just likely old enough that I’d outlive him.
“There’s time. I feel my afterlife is pretty secure after putting up with you for—?”
I crammed a huge bite of sandwich in my mouth.
“I know you know.”
“I got nowhere to be, Sunshine.”
I rolled my eyes and he just smiled.
“Fine.” I swallowed. “Seven hundred sixty-two days.”
He cleaned up the remains of breakfast with a grin.
“See you tomorrow for 763, Sunshine.”
“You’re a terrible person, Dom.”
“Some days I’m worse than others,” he said. “Don’t forget to take your meds.”
“What?” The door closed and locked behind him as I stared, mouth hanging open, struck dumb. “What did you say?”
My eyes moved, taking in the clean table. In the center, my meds sat in a paper cup, sealed inside a plastic baggie.
“Dominick, what is this? What did you do?”
It’s nothing. Okay, it’s something. It’s a piece of plastic. Just a little thing. A little trust.
“Trust,” I whispered. “Trust is—it’s not a little thing.”
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