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Weekly Contest #293
The 8:57 from Oban.“Would you like another coffee sir?”Sir would, or did, though he wasn’t sure he was a ‘sir’, more ‘Mark’ really. But of course, the guard on the train south couldn’t possibly have guessed that. Nor was the man offering refreshments aware that his current customer had drunk a great deal of whisky the night before.So, of course Mark wanted more coffee, as surely as he would come to regret such shortly after. But he didn’t know that, not yet.There were two carriages, A and B. Unimaginative, but straightforward enough Mark had...
Weekly Contest #291
Eaten up with Indifference I wake to the sound of gnawing, or possibly the sensation of my leg being pulled, it’s impossible to know exactly what stirs me, and I’m not even sure if ‘waking’ is the right term anyway.Am I awake?I am lying on my back, looking up at a single strip light on an otherwise unsurprisingly white ceiling. There seems no possibility that I might move my eyes to see why my leg feels so odd. No more can I move any other part of my body, not even my tongue. This, a feeling that should induce panic, and yet it doesn’t.Think...
Weekly Contest #290
Fresh Meat on the Rocks “Can I have ten Benson’s as well please?” I ask, placing a tin of chicken soup on the counter. The shop bloke takes it and scans the barcode, placing the cigarettes next to them and totting the whole lot up on his till.“That’ll be ninety-eight pence please.”I don’t really want the soup, not yet, that need will come later and isn’t as urgent as the desire for nicotine. The papers on the counter talk of a royal wedding, not the future king but one of his brothers. I don’t know much about it, that sort of thing was never...
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