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Colin Devonshire

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Deadly Head-Trip

"This is my worst nightmare." Chaem Choi looked at her body, it appeared she had been dipped in the sea. She squeezed her long hair, a small puddle formed on the tiled floor, like a puppy’s pee. Her bed was drenched, she dropped her quilt and pillows to slop quietly next to her drenched pyjamas.  “What the?” she said, brushing dampness from her arms, she tenderly fingered the cuts and bruises on her wrists. “That was some dream,” she muttered, as she tipped the mattress angled against the wall, then pushed the windows fully open, hoping...

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We Need Rain

“Get up! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Puyai shouts as he shakes his daughter. “Dad, it is hot, what do you want me to do?” Manao ducks as a stick whistles over her head.  “This farm will die if you don’t help me.” This time the stick clipped her above the ear. Blood dripped. She ducked and ran for the shed. “What can I do? We have no water and no seeds. Stupid old man,” Manao regretted she had said that. Then wiping away the blood, she regretted nothing. “Come out of there, let me teach you a proper lesson.” Puyai banged on...

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And You Said

“Time for bed, young lady.” “Ow mum, it’s too early,” answered Maew. “You have exams tomorrow, only two more days, then you are on holiday, and you can stay up later. But not too late, like last time.” “That wasn’t my fault, Granny forgot to look at the clock.” “And you forgot to tell her your bedtime.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry.” “Forget it. What do you think our new neighbours will be like?” “Don’t know mum, I hope it’s not the man I saw there last Wednesday.” “Why?” “I didn’t like the way he looked at me.” “The agent told me an Englishman ha...

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Thumbs Up

“Christ Almighty, look at this rain, it hasn’t stopped since I left Bangkok, and it’s getting worse,” said Arpa to the mirror. She grabbed the steering wheel tighter as the truck behind her flashed its lights. “What’s up with you?” She screamed as the vehicle sped past, hitting a deep puddle overloading the hire car wipers.  Calming down, she flashed at a car coming towards her, “Bloody idiot, turn your lights on.” At four pm and dark already, the cloudburst followed her. Other drivers had slowed, and their headlights were on. She felt ...

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After Work

“You look happy today?” said Busabong. “Yeah,” answered Mark, “I always look forward to Thai religious days, tomorrow is the start of Buddhist Lent, which means I’ll be happy for the long weekend.” “Why? You’re not Buddhist, or are you thinking of becoming a monk?” she asked, giggling. “No, that will never happen, I’m not religious at all.” "Then why will you enjoy this weekend more than others? Not because you can’t buy alcohol I’m sure?”  Mark’s colleague was sniggering behind her slim hands. She knew Mark drank too muc...

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Torched

The lanky palms swept the top of the cracked tiled roof. A frond whispered its way to the parched grass. “Oh, be careful that just missed you,” Justin said, pulling Mondtree back. The pull became a hug. She shrugged him away, tutting. “Not here, not now,” she said. He led her to the wooden steps to the porch. “Nung, song,” she counted. “Nung, song, sam, si,” two steps, and four paces to the door, she said. “I don’t like even numbers.” Justin flicked through the brass ring of twenty-six keys, he knew how many, Mondtree had told him. “It must ...

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Really?

“The traffic gets no better, I see, rot tit!” Philip Rinn said as he walks into his new office. “Oh?” Anong said. “Oh, what?” Philip asked. “I must have made a silly mistake when I typed up details of your interview in London.” “How so? You type up information on all the staff?” “Yes, it is company policy. It said on your info sheet that you cannot speak Thai and that you have never been here before.” “I see, let me clear that up. I learned a few words of your beautiful language, and I’ve never worked here. I came for a holiday once. I ...

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To Write a Wrong

“Yes, yes, I’m coming. But, I must finish this first,” Geoff said. He grabbed an A4 sheet from his printer, balled the paper and missed the bin. “I’m sick of waiting for you. I’m going now.” Cyn, Geoff’s girlfriend, shouted from the bottom of the stairs.  In the tiny second bedroom, Geoff was studying the ceiling for the umpteenth time that morning. He slammed the laptop shut, there was an unwelcome sound from the aged machine. “Christ, what now?” He was scared to open it. “I’m going this minute,” Cyn screamed, the front door creaked as...

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Dead, Dead! Dead?

Weekly Contest #105

“We’re sitting here like idiots. There must be something we can do?” Giles said. Elbows on knees, chin in palms, the same stance as his two best friends. Giles was the thinker of the three, if anyone could resolve this situation, it was Giles. “How long have we been sitting here? Seems like ages?” Roger asked. He relaxed, and stretched his back, remaining seated on the boulder. “We can’t wait here forever. Won’t someone come and get us?” John moaned, he yawned, stood and walked around the rocks. It was dark, not pitch black, but gloomy, and ...

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See You Later

Weekly Contest #104

“Are you coming tonight?” Jake asked. He guessed the answer but didn’t want to hear it confirmed. Johnny turned with a smirk and that ‘you’ve gotta be joking’ look. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” Knowing it wouldn’t be fun for his best mate. A garish purple and green taxi pulled up. The window lowered. “Where you go?” The driver asked in his best English. Jake looked at Johnny. “Well?” “You go on. Maybe I’ll join you later,” Johnny answered, pushing his mate into the cab. They had been putting in the hours, selling non-existent shares in non-exist...

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Twisted Fate

Weekly Contest #103

“I’m going now. To Thailand I mean, I’m going to find him,” said Arthur. “You are as mad as our son,” said Mildred. “Our son is missing for God's sake.” “Not according to the Embassy in Bangkok when you pestered them.” “We have not heard from him for one year. No Christmas cards, no birthday wishes. And you say he’s not missing?” “This morning you got an email, from him, so what’s the panic?” said Mildred. “That email was sent one year ago. It was the same one we opened exactly one year ago. Don’t you think that’s strange?” “Okay, but before...

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Dad's Gone

Weekly Contest #102

“Oh, mum, can’t I watch TikToc a little longer?” asked Patsy. “You’ve got school tomorrow. After this long break, aren’t you excited to see your friends? I want you asleep before I leave for work.” “You’re leaving me alone tonight?” “Darling, you know I must go back to work. You are a teenager now, not a baby,” said Hathai Chantawan, Patsy’s mother. Chantawan was not her legal name. Fifteen years ago she had married a foreigner, taking his name, Peters. It was thought better in her job to use her maiden name. “But mum?” “Don’t but me. I’m ne...

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Mirror, Mirror...

Weekly Contest #101

“Jen, your breakfast is ready. Do you want it down here, or shall I bring it up?” “Thanks, mum, can I eat it here?” Mrs Perks tightened her cheeks, forced her eyes to brighten. A thin smile battled its way across her mouth as she entered the girl’s bedroom. “Here we are, darling. Oh, you are not in bed?” The bed was patted firmly as the tray was slid across the bedside table. “Come on, Jen, away from the mirror. Put the brush down, you’ll wear it out.” The girl was gently led back to bed, settled with a pillow propped against her back. A stu...

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Dinner for Two?

Weekly Contest #100

“Morning dear, you are up early. Your coffee is cold, let me make you a fresh one.” She flitted across the kitchen and clicked on the kettle. One mug, two spoons of instant coffee, grabbing a carton of milk from the fridge, slopping a dash plus a splash into his favourite mug, the way he likes it. The kettle popped. A quick stir, and served in front of him the earlier cold mug hit the bubbly water in the sink. “Toast?” she asked. “Peanut butter or Marmite, or would you like both? I’ll do that, you enjoyed it last time.” She placed a knife an...

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Blue Pyjamas

Weekly Contest #99

“Come on young man, time for bed.” Mum called me from my newly decorated bedroom. The sun was disappearing behind our garden’s lonely apple tree. I padded barefoot from the bathroom, proud of myself. Two days running now, I have brushed my teeth all by myself. “There’s a good boy, let me see.” I opened my mouth wide. The minty smell of Colgate escaped, causing us both to grin. “Good job. Do you want a story?” I handed her my Rupert The Bear Annual, battered and old. It was my dads. I not only loved those stories but more much more. I could r...

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