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Submitted to Contest #164
Thirteen 2018: We were thirteen, just thirteen, only thirteen, Chris murmurs to herself as the silver light of dawn filtered under the hotel bedroom door. Her speech for the party is ready, she can remember it all. In her mind’s eye she sees the new girl, Liz, a delicate shy blond girl walking down the gravel path to the school entrance, May 1961. 1961: The others teased her because of her Irish accent. “Don’t mind them,” says Chris in the playground. Then she immediately became Chris’s best friend. 1962: Chris often helps her with the h...
Submitted to Contest #135
Two Men in a Van “Hey man, we’re cool, you can come out now, we’re over the border. I’m going to pull into a transport café about 20 kilometers from here.” Sandy slowed as Mustapha climbed over the back seat into the front of the van. He said nothing but turned quizzically towards Sandy as the van pulled into the motorway parking lot. “Don’t worry, we’re going to order coffees, then take a shower and get into our disguises. C’mon, we’re going to hit gay Paree dressed as painters. The worst part is over.” He could feel the other man ...
Submitted to Contest #128
Clara and the Teapot Clara checked her phone, the text from Janine, the journalist, said she was running late: “Terribly sorry, have been delayed, more like 4.30 pm and looking forward to a cup of tea!”. It wasn’t great, this was when clients started coming back in, but they would have to manage. Guy, the trainee chef, appeared from the kitchen; wearing a messy blue and white striped apron, a tea towel draped over his arm. “Do I look the part?” he grinned, blonde fringe falling over one eye. Then he pivoted round, taking an exaggerated pos...
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