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Submitted to Contest #317
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT’S NECKLACE I had spotted her heading towards me. Initially, I didn’t recognise her. She spoke first, “George Eaves! Great to see you.”I must have looked a little bewildered because she quickly followed up, “Lorna Brannigan. Remember London, the 1990s?” She stepped closer and held out her hand. I noticed her necklace, made of silver with bright green and red stones inset, which glittered, throwing out shards of light. I recognised her and extended my hand to shake hers, “Oh, Lorna.How are you? It’s surprising to se...
Submitted to Contest #301
A NEW FRIEND ‘Why don’t we go to Ibiza? They’ve got some great clubs and you can dance all night.’I smiled, ‘Ibiza? Don’t you think we’re a bit old for that scene, Gaz?’‘Get off with you, Harry. You’re never too old for living.’This was typical of my new friend Gazza. Nothing was out of the question. For someone like me who has always lived on the careful side of life, that was new and exhilarating.I’d met Gazza a few months after my wife died. After the funeral, I’d virtually resumed my old life. That is careful, cautious, and routin...
Submitted to Contest #285
FIREThe air was acrid with the heavy, dank smell of smoke. The still-smouldering brush, undergrowth, and scorched ground trailed wisps of smoke into the air. Several firefighters were still trying to dampen down the embers.Twenty-four hours earlier, my older brother, Daley, and I had walked our dog across the cliffs towards the beach. We had a backpack to collect Corona pop bottles we might find, which we would take to the shop for a three-pence refund on each return. At the head of the cliffs, we saw the first signs of...
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