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Weekly Contest #332
Alice picked out half a bread roll from a municipal rubbish bin and chuckled. She had got away all right! It had been a toss-up between getting away from it all by swallowing the bottleful of oxycontin tablets she’d squirrelled away after contracting shingles last year or hitting the road. She had hit the road. Now here she was in the middle of a mid-west town, a thousand miles from home, sun beating down on her brown felt fedora and radiating off the concrete and bitumen vista that stretched out before her leading westwards. Fields of grai...
Weekly Contest #295
Death RitualsEloise sighed and walked towards the unframed portrait standing for all the world like a stick insect on its easel in the middle of the functions centre. She hated functions centres. These empty, soulless spaces swooped on for weddings, funerals, baby showers, political hob-nobbery and product displays. What was Henry’s portrait doing in a functions centre, for pete’s sake!? Dazzling Henry, the creative love of her life, the hilarious, outrageous, popping cork of an ideas bottle, the genie that appeared miraculously and smokily ...
Weekly Contest #288
Alice in the RainAs she picked out half a bread roll from a municipal rubbish bin, Alice chuckled. She had got away allright! It had been a toss-up between taking the bottleful of oxycontin she’d squirrelled away aftercontracting shingles last year or hitting the road. She had hit the road. Her thoughts returnedautomatically to that terrible time. She had gritted her teeth as tears of unspeakable pain drippedout from underneath her closed eyelids. But she was saving those tablets if it killed her. Alicesmiled at the irony of i...
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