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Pen Tregonning

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Weekly Contest #306

Sunday 2nd MayThere was a dead mouse in the fridge this morning. A small brown furred one, all stiff and cold. It was laid on its back next to half a squeezed lemon, little paws pointing up towards the ice compartment. I think the mouse had squeezed the lemon into the last bottle of milk as that has gone completely sour and there won’t be any more until Alfred comes on Tuesday. I wrapped the mouse in an old floral tea-towel. I don’t think mum will mind. Then I buried it in the garden under the lilac tree. I think he will like it there. Patri...

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Taking back control

Weekly Contest #305

“You know what? I quit!” Jenny appeared at the kitchen door. “Quit what lovey? What is it exactly that you’re quitting?” The woman at the sink knew not to rise to her daughter’s sudden outbursts. Jenny stared at the back of her mother as though she was completely stupid. “You know. Life. This thing. The system. It’s what they say… I quit.” “Well, I suppose I might have said that a few times over the years but it’s not often that I’ve actually quit…“ Jenny’s mother paused, considering the scrambled egg encrusted saucepan that she’d be...

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Deeper into velvet night

Weekly Contest #304

Much is hidden beneath the velvet cloak of night. The dark manifestations as earth spins away from the sun and the quiet truths to which many close their eyes. But what of the dark? When all we regard with our daytime gaze becomes unfamiliar and strange, shrouded in a cloak of deepest hues, lit only by the celestial beings of the night. Those old friends and foe.I lift my head skywards. High above the old church tower, Orion takes his place. A constant nighttime companion through the turning of the calendar, retreating only when hidden benea...

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The Punch Case

Weekly Contest #303

Miss Prim’s week was not going well. To start with, on Monday, the Dinsworth twins had bitten another teacher. Then on Tuesday her car refused to start outside Greypool primary school, and by Wednesday her caseload had reached an all time high. Every cup of tea was cold by the time she drank it and all she wanted was a few precious moments to herself. So when Mrs Truegood, her garlic and chickpea scented supervisor, called her in on Thursday morning with another new case, Miss Prim felt nothing but despair.“The red and white place near the s...

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The dreaming stranger

Weekly Contest #301

They say that ‘hard work never sleeps’, but Louise hated working late, especially in the winter months when slumber seemed so much more essential, and she hurried to the station through the cold February air, the pavements slick with damp and city grime. All she wanted was the warmth of the train carriage and a quiet seat where she could let the familiar journey home numb her after a demanding day at the office. But as she reached her platform, Louise was dismayed to discover all the carriages full. The only empty seat she could find was...

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I'm coming back

Weekly Contest #300

I’m coming back. You never thought I would, did you? I never thought I would. I was determined that I would never set foot in that place ever again. But something has changed and here I am. I’m coming back, and you’re never going to forget about me ever again. You can be certain of that. I’m sure you all thought that once I’d gone, that would be the end of it, once I’d left the old town and the stinking old bodies that existed there. Those lingering bodies that shuffled and meandered the worn old streets. Holding the same conversatio...

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Call of Domestic Duty, by Declan, age forty one and a half

Weekly Contest #299

It’s just after ten in the morning. I’ve been awake for four hours and it feels like it should be bedtime already. After the battle of the breakfast table (cornflakes or toast Maisie? No, we don’t have smashed avocado), I dispatched the kids to school, well, I shoved them through the gates (‘Yes Alfie, you do have fish paste on your sandwiches, and yes, that’s all there is.’) and ran like my life depended on it. Since then, I’ve folded a pile of laundry, half of which I’m sure doesn’t belong to anyone in this house, fished a Lego man and one...

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The south facing window

Weekly Contest #298

*some sexual content*Daisy looks out across the grey concrete landscape below. Her coffee’s gone cold and the sparrow that’s been flitting about on the window ledge all morning, has gone. Daisy can just about make out cherry blossom on the trees below, the only bit of nature deemed appropriate for the residents of Elizabeth Towers. Spring is beginning to bloom in all its glory, and Daisy, a systems analyst, is working from home in a cold, east facing flat that the sun only touches with its weak rays in the earliest hours of the day.It’s midd...

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All the time in the world

Weekly Contest #297

“Honestly, Alex, what the hell made you think this was a good idea?” Colette visibly sulked through the dark-panelled rooms of Greatmead Hall.“I thought,” Alex kept his voice low, “a bit of culture would be nice for a change. Instead of trailing round the shops like we do every Saturday.” He bit his lip. That was going to hit a nerve.“But this is just so boring!” Colette almost stamped her feet. “You knew I needed a new outfit. Stella will think I’m a tramp if I don’t wear something new tonight. But you wanted to come here. Boring!”“You know...

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Painful precious words

Weekly Contest #296

The rivers have turned into waterfalls but the springs and flowing eddies have run dry and cease to flow. There is a key to the box that remains closed. It is there, somewhere, but its keeper cannot see the way to the small hole in the escutcheon, even though there is light and the key is held firmly in their hand. I carry these contradictions with me as I venture on through the dense woodland, thick with pine and birdsong, spores and hurrying ants, blindly building something that they can barely see. The pointed hoof prints of some fallow d...

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Airing Cupboard Alchemy

Weekly Contest #295

All the nice girls love a sailor,All the nice girls love a tar.For there's something about a sailor,(Well you know what sailors are!)Bright and breezy, free and easy,He's the ladies' pride and joy!He falls in love with Kate and Jane,then he's off to sea again,Ship ahoy, ship ahoy!But enough of that old English music hall song for a moment, we’ll come back to that shortly. For now, let me ask you a question…What springs to mind when you think of magic? Perhaps a showman in a flashy tuxedo with a corny catchphrase, a top hat, and white rabbits...

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Well, that's what she said...

Weekly Contest #294

“At least she’s got big bangers.” “Who’s ‘she’ then?  The cat’s mother?” “Oh, you know Len.  Her down the road.  Thinks herself something special like.  All tits and lipstick.  You know the one.” I’m not sure that I do.  From what Jim tells me, the girl that’s got him riled could be any one of a number living on our street. “So anyway,” Jim takes a gulp of his pint, “she… her from down the road.  Someone’s said that she’s up the flaming duff.  And get this, right.  This is the stupid part.  T...

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Yellow roses for mother

Weekly Contest #293

My reflection, dark and slightly haunted, looks back at me from the train window. We pass into a tunnel, completely black, just me and the dark, and an image of myself that I could almost like.I don’t know why I chose this train, it’s too busy. A steel tube filled with joyless people avoiding eye contact. I keep my eyes focused on my own, until we pull in at the next station, where I look out across the platform. There’s one spare seat next to me. I’m going to have company soon. I keep my eyes fixed. The al...

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And then the red one enters

Weekly Contest #292

A great artist once said, ‘Colour! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams’. Depending on the situation or distraction, this philosophy unquestionably plays an integral part in Herbert Truelove’s meandering existence. Floating and gliding from one state of contented, colourful contemplation to the next, regardless of the consequences.It is Tuesday. Spring has just about sprung and a dapple of weak sunlight is finally threatening to break through the clouds that have been in perpetual domination since l...

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The cards that life deals

Weekly Contest #291

“That was my finest hour!” shrieks Anna across the table, almost knocking over Tina’s wine glass as she gesticulates wildly with her arms, animated as ever, even more so after we’ve gone through a few bottles of sauvignon blanc.“And then you fell asleep on the bus!” Elaine chimes in, her dark eyes sparkling in the light of the log fire that keeps our local pub warm as toast in the winter months.David the landlord sidles over from the bar in his usual nonchalant way. “You ladies having another bottle then?” he grins as he collects the em...

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