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Submitted to Contest #338
A visit from IndiaAs the rain bucketed down on the tin roof, Arfer, the German Shepherd, let out a slight woof and headed for the front door. Nicholas closed his copy of A Brief History of Time, launched himself slowly from his armchair and responded to the insistent banging. As he opened it, his grand-daughter, India, barged through, almost knocking him over with the backpack on her shoulder, concentrating solely on ruffling Arfer’s head.‘God, it’s freezing out there’ she said, dropping her bag in the hallway and heading for the kitchen. ‘W...
Submitted to Contest #326
Thou Shalt Not It was a fact that Phil had organised for Matthew to die. In his own mind, Phil took full responsibility but there would be no trial. He could have confessed but he chose not to. On principle.When the Reverend Matthew Patterson and his wife, Penny, moved in next door they seemed a pleasant enough couple to Phil and his wife, Stephanie, or Steph as she preferred. Sure, they had a yappy dog that barked at shadows but there were plenty of those in the neighbourhood already, said Steph. She invited them around for welcome drinks o...
Submitted to Contest #325
The Quaking Grove Axel Bullon stepped back from his carved graffiti, satisfaction wreathing his face. He sheathed his Bowie knife slowly, like holstering a hand gun.‘Vandal’, Carla hissed. ‘Why can’t you just come and enjoy looking at this magical place. Why do you have to mark it, like a dog marking a lamp post?’Axel said ‘Because that’s what all the early settlers did.’ Carla sneered. ‘The only place you’ve ever been a settler in is that damn recliner in front of the TV.’The longer their marriage went on, the more Axel wondered why he stay...
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