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Weekly Contest #376
In old New York, there were still secret places to be found. Speakeasies, showrooms of exquisite vintage clothing, brothels and gambling dens. Whatever your vice, there was a place, and if you had none, then let your passion lead the way. Passion is what brought Agnes Thistle to a dusty antique furniture showroom on a Tuesday afternoon. It would also be her undoing. A tightly wound woman, she had an unusually straight spine, which, despite her short stature, gave her a commanding presence in the world. Regal, some might say, and to be honest...
Tara was a new mom in my book group, she was loud and a little too fond of wine for my taste but Jeannie my neighbour loved her and so she came to be part of our gang. Once my knee had healed from surgery I mused about missing my morning runs at book club one night and she was quick to volunteer to run with me. I was hesitant “You’re in great shape Tara, with my knee I’m a little slow at the moment…” but she shrugged “Nonsense, I keep a steady pace, and it will be nice to have company.” and so we made a date for the following Monday. Tara ...
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