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Submitted to Contest #326
I close my eyes as I dial the number. I already know, deep inside me, that this call isn’t going to help. My heart speeds up as the phone is answered. I wet my lips. I know this is going to be a tough sell and I am not sure if I am up for the job. ‘333 what is your emergency?’ My lips are too dry to speak. I wet them but the words won’t come. ‘Hello? Can you tell me your emergency?’ the voice speaks again, ‘which service do you require?’ ‘I… erm… ambulance?’ I stutter. ‘My brother is… is very ill.’ ‘Have you called 311?’ ‘I… no… but it’s an...
Submitted to Contest #325
CW: Horror The bus was late again. It was always the way, especially when the cold drizzle of an early November day chased the sun from the sky and bathed the land in grey misery. There were no pretty flowers left to bob along either, save the odd dandelion or two poking their noses up from between the broken paving slabs. The bus stop Gemma stood next to didn’t have a covered area either, no sturdy old green metal and glass with a bright yellow seat which was purposely left too narrow to sleep on.Gemma shuffled from foot to foot. Her bag wa...
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