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Submitted to Contest #305
I woke late that Monday morning. There was a knock at the door, but I looked out my window first. There was nobody on the doorstep. I decided to have a cup of coffee and consider my day. Not having work to go to was a relief for once.It was June and the new year of my evening degree programme wasn’t due to start for another three and a half months so that would have been normal. There was a trope or stereotype of the layabout student at the time. No matter that I was a good five, if not ten years older than such students, now it was like I w...
Submitted to Contest #303
(Summer 1995)The crowd huddles close together as the priest and undertakers struggle to bring the coffin out of the church. The rain is lashing down, angrily, urged on by a strong wind that has already whipped backwards any umbrella opened to shelter people from the rain. As soon as the coffin is loaded into the hearse, the rain and wind stop. The hearse slowly nears the graveyard gates, there are no words like “DAD” or “DARLING” spelt in flowers in its windows. My mother disliked them and so do I. They seem almost insincere. As the priest b...
I’ve never regretted making that phone call. And I never regretted coming to this group. The people in it gave me hope. They gave me courage too.How many times did I endure his rages, his rants, his humiliating me? I still remember the last time I put up with this on a short break we took. Thanks to his lifestyle, I had to scrimp and scrape to pay for everything. He paid for nothing but complained about everything.On the first morning away, I was enjoying the rare luxury of a cup of loose-leaf tea in a pretty bone china cup while I read. I l...
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