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Weekly Contest #348
It was over so quickly.A church service. Some scattered family and random friends. Delicate prayers by the gravesite. Caroline and I stood there for a little while, like sitting in the cinema after the credits had finished and the lights had come on.At lunch afterwards. Loud whispers filling the room. So young. Her poor kids. She’s at peace now. My shoes scraped the backs of my ankles as I nodded. Your poor parents.I got back at dinnertime. I had been away for three days but it felt like three weeks. I was surprised when I made a cup of coff...
Weekly Contest #336
It was unexpected. Susannah’s Christmas gift was a card from the Arthur Murray Dance Studio for four couples lessons. ‘For your first dance,’ she said when I opened the envelope. It was a thoughtful gift. Susannah was always doing thoughtful things like this. She could bludgeon you senseless with her thoughtfulness. I would have preferred the cashmere sweater from Bloomingdales that I suggested when she asked me what I wanted back in November. I held a smile in place, expecting that Scott and I would laugh about this later. But Scott was al...
Shortlisted for Contest #335 ⭐️
Trigger warning: Death of a child Ruth considered how to phrase the question before she arrived. It was a strange request and she wanted to make sure she didn’t stumble. She wondered if Theresa had ever heard one like it before. It came out carefully, as she’d rehearsed it after copying, deleting and moving phrases around on her laptop.The decor wasn’t what she expected. Sterile and simple, like an operating theatre crossed with a sauna. Bare white walls, leather chairs surrounding a small round table with a box of tissues. She expected exce...
Weekly Contest #331
‘Would you like to see the house?’Lise smiled. This was their third walk around the estate. It was springtime and everything was loudly in bloom, scents competing with one another, vivid yellows and greens replacing winter’s greys. She tossed her hair back, knowing the sunlight would pick up its golden glints, then felt embarrassed at the gesture.‘Won’t your children mind?’‘No, the boy won’t be home.’‘And your daughter?’‘She’s always home. But she won’t mind a guest. We don’t have many. It will be nice for her.’The gamekeeper’s cottage was a...
Weekly Contest #311
Colin needed to catch up to his group. Last year a faulty headcount left Felix behind at Stratford-on-Avon. It was partly his fault because he didn’t listen to instructions about when to be back at the bus and then Ted dared Robbie to yell ‘here’ when Mr Hobson called out Felix’s name. The coach had to turn back after he texted Laura asking where everyone was. You could tell he’d been crying, even though he said it was a joke later. Threats of detentions, extra community outreach, and no more school trips loomed if it happened again.His cla...
Weekly Contest #296
‘Could you come with me?’Mom was wary of travelling on her own. Dad had always made the arrangements for their holidays. She’d been on a few weekends away with girlfriends and stayed with us at the Cape during the summer, but nowhere by herself.‘Of course,’ I said, though I would have happily skipped this, maybe sent some flowers and a card. Maybe. ‘How long are we staying?’‘Well, the funeral mass is on Saturday and I should go to the wake on Friday. You don’t have to go to that. Put everything on my credit card.’I wrote down the details and...
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