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  • Writer's pictureCathryn Grant

1-Minute Fiction: The Stare

Throughout the salad course, the man on the opposite side of the restaurant had kept his eyes locked on Ben. As Ben drew the knife through his steak, the stare burned into his cheek.

He stood and crossed the room. "Do I know you?"

The man was now looking down at his own bloody steak. "You wish."

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