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Submitted to Contest #282
Missed Collections The little red post box set into the wall comes into view through the front screen of the post office van. It’s Wednesday. The first one of the month. What will be waiting there for collection today? Rhodri knows. For the past month or so, every Wednesday, there’s been a thin letter to pick up. It’s not so unusual in itself, but what’s odd is that it’s always addressed to the house opposite the box. It’s where William lives as the only permanent resident in this remote hamlet of second homes. It’s early summer, a...
Submitted to Contest #252
Spoiler - There are references to the terrible incident when Heathcliff, in Wuthering Heights, demonstrates his control over Isabella by hanging her Springer Spaniel, Fanny.***I couldn’t help myself and let out a long-drawn sigh. These last two months Blanche’s monologue has been on Repeat, at least on a weekly basis. We’re at the “To my mind a man is nothing without a spice of the devil in him” part. And, like listening to the words of a repeated and irritating Christmas song in a shopping centre, I can’t help the fast-forward thinking...
In a small market town in The West Riding of England, Fitzwilliam Hall, a smart Palladian house, stands proudly in its own grounds. It’s present occupier, a Mr John Gateshead, had inherited it. And, he felt, it was no less than he deserved. He relishes, in particular, the oculus in the pediment of the house. To him, it resembled a Cyclops eye embedded in a regal forehead, its gaze dripping contempt over the hunched roofs of the surrounding cottages. These cottage dwellings appeared to have huddled and shrunk beneath the weight of its h...
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