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Weekly Contest #203
The well-worn soles of Katie’s trainers slammed down on the gravel track, the cold, damp air that she was desperately swallowing threatening to blow her lungs apart. It was funny to her, what she was thinking about in those crucial seconds, about how she was running so fast she felt like she could almost take off, and about how odd it was that the pounding of her feet had managed to synchronise itself with the hammering of her heart. She was paying less and less attention to the footsteps behind her, the ones that only a hundred metres ago h...
Hannah never said anything to anyone about anything. Not ever. Discreet was how everyone described her. ‘My lips are sealed,’ she’d say, in response to requests to keep a secret. At their habitual Friday night dinner out, while her friends oohed and aahed over tawdry titbits of gossip about people she neither knew nor cared about, she resorted to reading the news on her phone. It was distasteful to her. She was above all that. Until that Monday in April. She’d not been cleaning for the Davidson’s for long. It was the third house in her clea...
Weekly Contest #199
Rose’s dad had constantly reminded his daughter to hold her head high. ‘Look like you’re proud of yourself, for goodness’ sake,’ he’d say, only just clinging onto his patience. As a child eager to please, Rose had reluctantly raised up her chin. As an indifferent teenager she’d simply ignored him. As a young adult she’d come back at him. ‘Do you really think I’d get from A to B if I looked up as little as you seem to think?’ Of course, Rose did look down quite a lot. Not due to shyness, or shame, or fear. None of those things. It was becaus...
Weekly Contest #175
Cara stood up, shovel in hand, and leant against its splintering wooden handle. Towering above her diminutive grandma, Cara smiled to herself as Sally inspected the hole she had just dug, crouching down and scraping around the edges of it with her trowel. Cara was suddenly struck by the bones outlined beneath Sally’s t-shirt, convinced that she could see the pale spring sunshine shining right through her. ‘What’s up Gran, not quite right?’ Cara enquired, flashing Sally a grin. Sally carried on scraping away, flicking the fragrant damp soil...
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