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Submitted to Contest #262
LIKE A FISH ANN MARTIN You know I’m here, don’t you, Nanette? You know which one is me. Just a dim, green glow in the darkness; just the faintest ripple and plop. Shadows gliding, vague forms sliding. And you know which one is me. They’ve turned out the lights and you’ve turned your head away from me. But you know I’m still here. And you know there’s nobody you can tell; nobody who will believe you. That’s the trouble with this place. It’s like one of those foreign art movies where you can’t tell the truth from the dreams and all...
Submitted to Contest #260
The Table in the Window Ann Martin Olive spotted the waiter the moment they walked into the reception room at the Grand. Her elbow jabbed Eric right where the middle button of his dinner jacket was threatening to throw in the towel. “It’s him!” she hissed. “You know, Charlotte’s ex.” In moments of intensity, Olive had a habit of silently and exaggeratedly mouthing certain words, as though they were too potent to be uttered aloud. “You know, the one who’s in the MAF...EE..YAH!” She elbowed her husband again. “Pretend you haven’t seen him...
Submitted to Contest #238
LOSTCarol Ann Martin(Sensitive content: Missing person) My Dearest Lost Love,It’s been six weeks and they’ve stopped looking. I don’t want to stop, but I don’t know how to go on. Where are you, Jack? Why can’t I find you?Always, always I have known where you are. If not beside me, you were five minutes away, a phone call, a text, an email away. But I can’t reach you now, you don’t answer me and I don’t know where you’ve gone. That’s why I’m writing this letter. I can’t remember ever writing one to you before, but at least I know it will last...
Submitted to Contest #221
LIVE THEATRE Carol Ann Martin (Contains reference to a road accidernt) Failing to stop at the scene. Oh yes, there’ll be trouble about that, I daresay. Somebody will have taken my number, but I can’t help that just now. The police will turn up and they can sort it out with the truck driver. It was the merest bump and it was his fault anyway. I’ve got enough to think about tonight. I’ll think about it tomorrow. In forty years I’ve never been late for a performance. Never. Anything so unprofessional is quite beyond me and tonight will be no ex...
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