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Submitted to Contest #168
The train started to move in front of Anne. She reached the platform just as the train shut its doors. She looked around, the station was deserted, it was cold night and a sense the desolation swamped her. The only comfort was the large flood light above the platform, lighting the area, giving it an illusion of warmth. She looked at the information board. That was the last train. She was furious. She kicked the floor, dropped her bag and threw her arms up with an air of anger. She sat down loosened her high heels, crossed her legs and reach...
What is the purpose of your visit to the United Kingdom? Asked the Official holding her passport Conducting research? ‘Are you academic associated with a University?’ ‘No, we are undertaking personal research on our ancestry’ responded Alice How long are you visit and where would you stay in London? ‘We hope to be here for the next three months and may cross over to France during this time.' Alice took out her wallet and produced a number of documents that provided all details of her booking and credit card and further details from he...
Submitted to Contest #53
Amy’s Popsicle was melting and reddish watery syrup ran through her fingers, but she did not want to pay attention to it, she was concentrating on the race, sitting on the official seats of the grandstand of the motor car racing course. Marc’s car had moved to the front of the pack and was now in a leading position. There was intense excitement in the crowd and sounds of surprise and of admiration were about her. She decided to move down the aisle to have a closer look, took a handkerchief from her pocket and managed to wipe some of ...
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