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Submitted to Contest #325
Maria awakes with a start. It’s four in the morning, the infamous hour. She always wakes at the same time. To-night feels different. She can sense a presence in the room. She feels a breeze brushing against her face, a rustling sound like a swish of wind. “Who is there?” she whispers. Her voice refusing to find expression in the dark. She braves it to turn on the bedside lamp, scared to remove her hand from underneath the safety of the bed clothes. She turns on her phone and sets it to record. The room becomes very still. Sh...
Submitted to Contest #298
Note: Could be sensitive to carers of older parents or animal carers. To lose her cat would be like losing another part of home. Another part of her former life. Another link to what she had in their cocooned world of caring for her older parents. With one of her sisters with her most of the time. They relieved each other at weekends when their brothers helped. Professional carers supported them also. Her Mum had dementia and had suffered a few strokes. She was totally dependent. Her care involved, washing, feeding, passive exercising, mov...
Submitted to Contest #249
She got the interview call for Tuesday at 12.30pm. Part time position as art teacher in the adult education centre nearby. Perfect location, a five-minute walk from home.Marcella was all set to leave, looking smart and employable, she thought. Blue dress, beige jacket, striped, blue flats. Her mother’s muted pastel coloured linen scarf finished off the outfit. “Shouldn’t be too long,” she called back to her parents as she opened the door. To her surprise two guards were ...
Submitted to Contest #241
Alf stood at the doorway of his cramped, cluttered hardware shop moving his feet in small circular movements. He was obsessed with practising his new tango routines, forwards, backwards, pointed toes extending outwards in minute circular movements as if he was moving sand. His wife Gladys watched from behind. Here he was beyond middle aged and balding, weighty around the middle, fancying himself as a tango dancer. He saw the advert in the local grocery store “Tango, for beginners, all ages, all welcome. No partner necessary.” Now that a...
Submitted to Contest #219
“Whatever is going on here? It’s Thanksgiving, everybody’s supposed to be at home doing happy family stuff. It’s like the entire town has gone mad. The ER is teaming with a bunch of hot-headed lunatics. A young fella, pale as a ghost, towels wrapped around his pumping wrists, shouting his head off Leave me alone ye bunch of interfering fuckers, just let me die. Another looner out of his head, totally wasted, what’s his story? And there’s this beautiful girl, all alone. Oh God she looks sick. How can she ever recover down there am...
Submitted to Contest #164
Some content is sensitive in an inexplicit way, an may cause upset to people. Where I come from is a lighthouse on the eastern coast of Newfoundland. I have lived here for most of my life, just me and my parents. My father was the lighthouse keeper before I took over from him when I finished school. I could not wait for my eighteenth birthday to come when I could practice the skills learned over the years from constantly watching my father who operated the lighthouse since he was sixteen years of age. Cape Race lighthouse is situated...
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