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Shortlisted for Contest #18 ⭐️
It was no good, I’d wallowed enough. Time to sort myself out. Since long before Matt died, I promised myself I’d one day reach the attic. Today was to be the day. I paused before placing my foot on the bottom rung of the ladder. The last time I’d been up there was ten years ago, when we moved here. Matt laughed at my fear of the attic and I tried to join in, but I felt terrified. ‘My big sisters told me there were bats in out attic when I was a kid,’ I told him. ‘I think it scared me so much that I’ve never built up the nerve to go an...
Submitted to Contest #10
‘I don’t think it’s the right colour.’Elroy sighed, shook his head and glared at me, ‘You always have to interfere, don’t you? And you always disagree,’ he said. ‘No matter what I do you find fault. There are occasions when I think you must spend all your time in contemplation of the flaws you can find in my ideas.’‘That’s all in your imagination,’ I said. ‘I only wish to help.’ I pointed to show where I meant. ‘Look at it, somehow that bit doesn’t match the rest.’‘And yet, I am the artist.’He turned back to his work and we both remained sil...
Submitted to Contest #9
‘Mm, this lasagne is great. Now, what was I saying?’‘Harriet, must you talk with your mouth full? I’m in danger of eating your meal as well as my own with all that …overflow of food.’‘Never changed, eh? Steph, it’s actually ten years since we last spent any time, or in fact, had any contact and all you’re worried about is table manners.’‘Sorry. No, I’m not sorry, manners are important. You’re right though, ten years is a long time for sisters to be estranged. Perhaps that’s why I need to remind you that I prefer to be called Stephanie....
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