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The house did not look the same. Dragan had been sure, of all the things, the house would look the same. He closed the car door and advanced on the property; the cradle of so many of his childhood memories. The old-fashioned wort-iron fence and gate had gone, but the entrance still held a familiar shape, an orientation that he recognised and welcomed. The sun was waning, and the house appeared in a hazy grey silhouette. A light breeze fluttered around, bringing the scent of the sea. Dragan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. It was g...
Submitted to Contest #158
Byron Strueth had lost almost sixty kilograms in a twelve-month stretch. It was a marvellous achievement. In less than a year, Byron had completely transformed himself. Through a strict regime of exercise, meditation and healthy choice eating, he had shed the weight, dropping from a hefty 130kgs down to a lithe 72kgs. A brave new world lay before Byron, but someone had forgotten to tell the previous incarnation of Byron; the fat one. His new body, with its narrower dimensions, perplexed and confounded Byron. He was ill at ease in it and ca...
Submitted to Contest #153
Luka walked home with a dozen large eggs in a green plastic shopping bag. The name of the supermarket was emblazoned on the side of the bag in big white block letters. Luka swung the bag gently as he walked. The eggs sat safely within the bag, protected by the ridged grey cardboard carton they had been packed in. Luka’s stomach rumbled and he was impatient to get home to prepare the eggs for his dinner. Finding the money in his coat pocket had been a stroke of good luck....
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