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Prospects by Scott Pomfret

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Careful, frugal, boring tax lawyer Jeremy is baffled at how he has attracted a beautiful Lebanese boyfriend half his age. Image generated with OpenAI Jeremy was old. Jeremy was out past his bedtime. There was no chance in hell this gorgeous, willowy, bearded twenty-something maybe-Lebanese dervish with the percussive laugh could possibly have any interest in acquiring the digits of a chubby forty-nine-year-old corporate tax attorney spastically shuffling all alone in the southwest corner of Club Fascination. Jeremy had trouble remembering his number. He had trouble spelling his name. To the dervish, watching Jeremy fumble with his cell was probably like watching an animal lacking opposable thumbs manipulating a pair of pliers. Humiliated, Jeremy returned the phone. The dervish glanced at what Jeremy had entered. He flashed a thousand-watt smile. "See ya later, Jeremy ." "Wait! Wait! What's your name?" The dervish vanished. Shirtless dancers converged on the ...

The Last War by Elese Mathis

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During a world-ending nuclear war, Emma is trapped as a servant in a luxuriously appointed bunker. Image generated with OpenAI Emma wanted so much to shut off the television, but this wasn't her house. Mrs. Thompson binged post-apocalyptic films night and day, even if no one was in the room to watch them. When the Last War was all anyone ever talked about, the last thing Emma wanted to see or hear were movies about the end of the world. She slapped the floor with her soaked mop and raked it back and forth. The sloshing couldn't drown out the wails of the movie characters fleeing from bloodthirsty aliens. Emma stopped mopping. It was strange. People said this war would mark the end of everything, and yet, instead of her life ending in chaos and screams, here she was, serving Mrs. Thompson and her series of never-ending parties. It wasn't exactly what she expected. Mrs. Thompson's six-inch heels clacked against the freshly mopped floor as she marched into the fo...