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Weekly Contest #360
Faye pulled over, studied her phone and then returned to her GPS. The address was correct. As she drove on, following the instructions of the syrupy, synthetic voice, she glanced around at the large homes with their immaculate lawns in growing disbelief. Her rambunctious friend and college roommate Sarah would have despised this display of wealth in their younger days. She and Sarah had once been inseparable, but contact had gradually diminished after graduation as life got in the way. Faye had been pleasantly surprised to receive an invitat...
Weekly Contest #359
“Thank goodness that’s over with for another year,” Joyce said, ruefully patting her ample bosom as she caught up with her friend Paula. “Modern medicine’s a wonderful thing, but how many guys do you think would put their boy parts in a freezing cold vice and squeeze them flat?”“It’s just a mammogram, for Pete’s sake. You’ve earned yourself a decent brunch in that chichi place across the street. My treat,” said Paula, chuckling.“I don’t know what I’d do without you to keep me on the straight and narrow,” said Joyce. “How do we get out of her...
Weekly Contest #358
“Nobody believed in me. That was their first mistake.”There was venom in the words which made the hair stand up on the back of Helen’s neck. She peered around the bookshelves into the next aisle. The only person there was an elderly woman who was arranging books on the bottom shelf. She straightened up when she saw Helen.“Can I help you? My name’s Sophie. I’m a volunteer here.”Helen blinked, trying to reconcile the icy voice she had heard with the sweet old lady who stood before her.“Yes,” she said, flustered. “Where are the books on local h...
Weekly Contest #357
The sound of the front door shutting woke Gerald up from his nap. Sitting on the back patio to have a cup of coffee and do his crossword puzzle, he must have drifted off while poring over 37. Across. He blinked and stretched his neck, muttering as he upset the cold coffee over his lap. He was standing up mopping at his crotch as Bunty bustled in, followed by a lady he had never seen before. “Gerald. This is Emily. You remember. From the book club. We bumped into each other in the supermarket… good grief, have you had an accident?” “Not what ...
Weekly Contest #356
The Clarion 18th July 1920“Housemaid wanted for large villa, Must be neat, clean and responsible. Duties to include housework, laundry and occasional plain cooking. Please apply by letter in own handwriting to Mrs. P. Trisk, The Beeches, Upper Manfield, enclosing references.” The BeechesUpper ManfieldAugust 15th, 1920Dear Maud,I hope this finds you well. Where to start? It was a very long trip to get here. I was scared I was on the wrong train, especially when I was the only one who got off at Upper Manfield. I was looking around when a hor...
Weekly Contest #355
Julie peered out of the car window as Nolan carefully steered around the crowd outside the church. The lane was one car width and people squashed up onto the verge to get out of the way.“You didn’t tell me your mother’s funeral would be a circus,” he muttered as the car crawled along. “Come to think of it, you didn’t tell me much about your mother at all.”“Yes, well, being her daughter isn’t something I care to advertise,” Julie said, glowering. “Drop me off here, come back and meet me in the church.”“Hey, wait,” Nolan said as Julie extricat...
Weekly Contest #354
The heat hit in a double blow, the sun relentlessly beating down and then reflecting off the marble paving of the square. Mary sat in a café sipping iced coffee. Despite the shade of the awning, her clothes were damp with sweat. She glanced at her watch. Time to go back to her Airbnb for a siesta. It was approaching the hour when only mad dogs, Englishmen and foreign tourists were out and about. She was slowly adjusting to the rhythms of Greek life after taking the plunge to get out of her comfort zone and come to Greece by herself, much to ...
Weekly Contest #349
CW: death, cult abuse Mariah slowly sat up and rubbed her aching head, wincing as she touched a tender spot. It was all coming back to her now. When she was pushed into the cellar, she had lost her balance and crashed headfirst into the rough brick wall. Her last memory was of colored lights flashing across her vision before she passed out. A wave of nausea threatened to engulf her, and she inhaled deeply, holding her breath, until she felt confident enough to open her eyes again. Something was different. A shaft of sunlight was coming throu...
Weekly Contest #348
Lisa’s stomach churned as the car swerved and lurched.“Can I take this blindfold off now? I’m going to be sick.”“In just a moment.”Her seatbelt jerked tight as the car stopped abruptly. Murphy, their large brown mutt, panted happily in the back seat.“Ta da! Here we are.”Todd whipped the blindfold off her eyes. Squinting, she gazed around, trying to get her bearings. They were in front of a severe grey stone house with high gables. Todd beamed.“What do you think?”“Where are we? Why all the mystery?”He bowed as he opened the door.“My fair lady...
Weekly Contest #345
Maisie drew the curtains as the evening darkened outside and went to put the kettle on. Returning with two cups of tea, she found that, as usual, Joe had fallen asleep and was softly snoring. A magnificently maned lion was tussling with the bloody carcass of an antelope on the television screen. Maisie gently slid the remote from Joe’s slack hand and switched the channel. Unfortunately, she landed on her favorite historical drama just as the heroine, in the throes of passion, let out a shriek of ecstasy. Joe awoke with a start, and looked ar...
Weekly Contest #344
Dear Diary, May 19I swear every year that I will never, ever volunteer again to help at the church fete, and every year I get suckered into it. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I just say no? I managed to avoid Mrs. Hornsby and her sign-up sheet at church, but she cornered us in the pet food aisle of the supermarket. Jim vanished, of course. For a big man, he’s remarkably good at making himself scarce at the most inconvenient moments. Before I knew it, I was signed up to make cookies and do the morning shift at the bake stall. Jim caught up ...
Weekly Contest #343
Kate pushed her hair back from her sweaty forehead and surveyed the room with satisfaction. It was slowly beginning to resemble a living room and not a disorganized furniture warehouse. The couch, armchairs and coffee table were in place. All that remained was to fill the bookshelves and hang pictures on the walls. She looked at the boxes of book with a sigh. She hoped that when they had children, Howard would be as attached to his offspring as he was to his books. Hefting the first box up onto the coffee table with a grunt, she opened it, s...
Weekly Contest #342
Deirdre snuggles comfortably into the pillows, relaxed and dreamy, as someone nuzzles her neck and whispers sweet nothings. She startles awake from a blissful, semi-trance when something nips her ear“Ow! Enough of that,” she says, smiling as she turns, opening her arms. “No rough stuff.”She encounters a pair of brilliant green eyes staring directly into hers. A gust of fishy breath wafts into her face.“Ugh,” she groans. “Your breath stinks.”Felix lands with a thud as she shoves him firmly off the bed. Glaring, he stalks off, twitching his ta...
Weekly Contest #340
Annie is a would-be author and I am her character. She is driving me crazy because she wants me to solve a murder but she doesn’t know who I am.Annie’s days are spent staring at a computer screen in the office of the Globe Insurance Company. It’s a large office with rows of cubicles upon cubicles in an ugly concrete box of a building . The few plants and pictures only serve to highlight its dreariness. Her supervisor is a gaunt, humorless woman with beady eyes named Ms. Oliphant who pounces at the least excuse.“Hello, earth to Annie. Daydrea...
Weekly Contest #339
Several patrons of the coffee shop looked around and glared as a hunting horn rang out. Helen sighed as her grandmother Doris reached into her handbag for her phone yet again.“Oops. Got to take this call. Just a moment, I promise.”Helen wondered how she could teach her grandmother some phone etiquette. She had taken a day off to take Doris out for her birthday, not to sit on the side lines as her grandmother chatted on the phone. This was the third call since they sat down.“Okay, fine, talk to you later. Bye,” Doris said cheerfully, putting ...
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