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Submitted to Contest #74
It’s early on a chilly December day and I’m riding my motorbike to work. I’m easing off the speed, getting into the filter lane for the turn off the A10 to my office. After twenty-nine years of riding motorbikes, I know I can’t rely on other drivers being aware and respectful of my space on the road. I’m watching the driver behind me and the driver alongside me, making sure they see my indicator and know what I intend to do. The next ten seconds pass at a surreal pace. I see the white Mondeo in my peripheral vision. Suddenly, the driver’s ...
‘Thanks for this, Amber,’ George said. He was struggling to get through the door of my flat with what looked like a massive box wrapped in a bedsheet. It had to be the parrot’s cage, from the squawks coming from within, but it was the size of a dozen wide-screen TVs packed together in a giant cube.‘Wow, that’s a big cage,’ I said, reviewing the space where I’d planned for it to go. If I put that cage on the table, I’d be eating dinner off my lap till George returned from holiday.‘They need space,’ George said. ‘And Sid’s a big bird. Magnific...
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