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David Murphy

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The last Passenger

Weekly Contest #377

I believe in ghosts. Not only that, but I can see them. I have been seeing them all my life, though for many years, I lacked the courage to admit it…even to myself. As a child, I assumed that everyone could see ghosts…like the old woman who sat on the garden wall outside our house, or the little girl who stood at the end of my bed, her hands folded neatly in front of her. It was only when I mentioned them to my mother and saw the expression which came over her face that I began to understand that there were things in this world which were ...

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My Mistake

Weekly Contest #350

Had I known that I was about to have my own personal Oppenheimer moment and to have the means to destroy the world, I would have kept my glasses on! But how was I to know? How was I to know that Jenny, the girl serving in the coffee shop, would be wearing THAT blouse? What made her wear that low-cut blouse today? Today of all days? I have been coming here, to Gerry’s Tea & Coffee Shop, every Wednesday for nearly five years and never, EVER!, have I seen her display cleavage. Yes, she has changed hairstyles, worn different necklaces, even t...

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Silence on the Beach

Weekly Contest #324

The tranquillity experienced at dawn often surpasses my comprehension. It can embody a sense of rejuvenation and a belief that nothing is impossible, that everything is possible. I want to say that I could drag myself from the warm comfort of my bed every day to enjoy the marvel of sunrise - but you wouldn’t believe me, and yes, you’re right, I would be lying. But what is true is that I was there that day, and so was she. There is a connection between us Sunrisers - just because that’s what we are. We share something, something unspoken – th...

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A Christmas Surprise

France, Wednesday, March 10, 1915 Dearest Mother and Father, I hope that you are both keeping well. I don't know what you are reading in the papers about this war, but it's not that bad. We arrived here on Sunday (I'm not allowed to say where exactly - it's all hush-hush). We are some of the lucky ones, or so the Sergeant keeps telling us, as our billet is a big stone barn just outside a small village. There's plenty of straw to soften the canvas beds and it's fairly wind and water tight. I'd rather be here than in some dug-out. Then the...

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Afterthought

TV Announcer: ‘So, as we come to the end of 2021, we look for some words of comfort and hope from our resident chaplain with his final chat for the year in our late evening epiphany: AfterThought.’ The television picture switches to a dark room, the outline of a high-backed comfortable leather chair visible thanks to a single flickering candle sitting on a small wooden table. The studio lights slowly rise to reveal a clergyman, his face that of a dour Scot, lived-in lines ploughed into his forehead, grey eyes projecting misery, a veritable ...

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The Scarecrow

Weekly Contest #92

I watched as the orange crescent moon bade its farewell to the day, its outline the only light in the sky, a reflection of the set sun from beyond the horizon. Another day had passed, and I gave a sigh, a long profound outpouring of despondency. I had long lost count of the days I had been alone, forgotten amongst the rest of the detritus of the run-down farm. If I could dream, it would be of much happier times, times when I had a purpose, a meaning in this world. But dreams never come to me. Like sleep, they are not meant for the likes of...

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Betrayal

Weekly Contest #76

Morning, Sir Charles. Ah, good morning James. A bit out of the way for our chats, isn't it? But so much more pleasurable than our usual meeting place on the Embankment, don't you think? Different, I'll give you that. But why here? Why the RA? James, have some respect. The Royal Academy of Art, please. Whatever. I will never understand why you Brits place such deference to things. History, James, history. Something of which you Americans have limited background or understanding. Well, we are certainly surrounded by history here. Inde...

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Frank Kellands - Man or Mouse

Weekly Contest #66

“Man or Mouse, Frank?” The words struck like a dagger in his back. His accuser, standing a few feet away, had deliberately stressed the Teutonic harshness of the allegation. Gunther Kleine, with over-sized Oakleys masking his piercing blue eyes, stared at Frank Kellands, demanding an answer. Frank did a quick mental count to ten before unclenching his fists and turning to face Kleine. “Well?”, the impatience mounting. “The cross-wind doesn’t help, Gunther, you know that. The front end just refuses to sit down.” “Bullshit, Frank. Schlema...

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'Tis The Season to be Jolly

Weekly Contest #59

Bloody buses! Why can they never be on time when you need them? Damn, and here comes the rain again. I’m going to catch my death here. Oh, at last, here’s one now. “And just why are you so late, young man? I’ve been standing here for over twenty minutes waiting for you.” “Oh, the traffic was bad, was it? Well, let me tell you, the waiting was even worse!” Service! What bloody service? They turn up when they want – if they can be bothered, that is – and as often as not there’s not a seat to be had. And I’ve given up expecting some youngste...

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Second Chances

Weekly Contest #54

I woke with a start, for a moment or two disoriented, my surroundings unfamiliar. The brakes of the diesel-electric squealed as the train drew into the station, bringing the latest crowd of commuters home from whatever their toils were in Aberdeen. I let most of them go in front of me – I was in no great hurry to leave the warmth of the carriage. As I descended on to the platform, a flash from over fifty years ago made me stop. The old pedestrian footbridge was still there, but now really showing its age and lack of maintenance, grey flak...

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Cripps to the Rescue

Weekly Contest #10

Cripps to the Rescue Alexander Rupert Sebastian Enshaw, 7th Earl of Buckfast (or “Zander” to his friends), was seated at the breakfast table, half-eaten scrambled eggs, now cold on his plate, being pushed from side to side. "I'm bored, Cripps." "Really, Sir? That is most unlike you." "It's been nearly three weeks since Bunty's disaster of an engagement party and no-one has been in touch." "And have you called anyone, Sir?" "Me? Why, no. Do you think I should?" "You are aware, Sir, of the proverbial phrase: 'If the mountain will not co...

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