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Weekly Contest #168
The train lurched to an abrupt halt. No screaming, no squealing of brakes, no almighty bang. None of the chaos or bedlam you’d imagine if you were in a rail accident. Just an unexpected, unusual, unscheduled and, for some, bloody inconvenient, stop. “Déjà vu” I thought, memories of a younger me flitting by as if someone had hit the rewind button on an old video, pausing for a moment on a delayed train journey in the past. On that occasion, a neighbour had kindly offered to pick me up at the station. As I made my way onto the platform clutchi...
Weekly Contest #95
She fell into bed, exhausted. She couldn’t believe she'd had the courage to do this. “You need to start living again,” well –meaning friends had said, “you’ll survive. Don’t feel guilty. Treat yourself.” Indulging herself was not generally what Lucy did. She was a grafter, a sleeves rolled up, looking after everybody else, after- you, sort of person. But she knew that they were right. So, here she was a few months later, having joined her local ski club to refresh her skills, on their annual trip in Switzerland. As she lay, wrapped i...
Weekly Contest #85
Hannah September 2020 I turn left off Gorgy road and pull into Springwell House. It’s been an exhausting day. The familiar smell of brewing hops hits me as I open the car door and walk towards the glittering sandstone building. I love the smells of Edinburgh; each area different. The movers are just coming out as I reach the entry way, poised to enter my key code. “Alright Miss Allen, that’s everything unloaded. All in the right rooms for you. Everything sanitised. Do you want a hand to shift anything before we go? I kno...
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