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Submitted to Contest #308
THE ART OF REMINISCING The screen went blank. Enough. Next time he wouldn’t even bother to switch on the television; the news was too depressing. Why couldn’t they deliver the news as they did during the war? He remembered the London docks being on fire for a week before they even announced that they had been hit. He knew because of the red glow in the night sky, but the rest of the nation was still left in hope. Nowadays, the announcers seem to dwell on the number of deaths from this pandemic and the number of new cases. He was shielded, ...
Submitted to Contest #282
THIS TIME IT’S FOR EVER They were together. Total peace, absolute calm, seconds drifting in a sea of silence. Now they would never be apart. Never, ever. A door banged shut somewhere else in the hospital, how had all this come about? Peter Sinclair was drunk, he knew that because Eileen, his companion for the evening, had told him so. She had also told him that he was in dreadful trouble, what on earth had he been thinking, getting into such a romantic embrace with his best friends wife. Actually he hadn’t been thinking of anything, he was j...
Submitted to Contest #132
A CONVERSATION WITH GOD “Are you there, God? It’s me, no it really is me and this time I’m not messing around, this time I really am dying.” “What do you mean God that I don’t believe in anything? of course I do, let me explain”. My belief system is simple, wherever I am in the world, be it Christian, Jewish, Islamic or, when I used to go to Russia many years ago when it was a communist country and the belief system was Karl Marx then I would totally respect their system. In whichever country I ended up in I would attend the ...
Submitted to Contest #97
THE ART OF REMINISCING The screen went blank. Enough. Next time he wouldn’t even bother to switch on the television, the news was too depressing. Yet another window of opportunity lost. Why couldn’t they deliver it as they did during the war? He remembered the London docks being on fire for a week before they even announced that they had been hit. He knew because of the red glow in the night sky but the rest of the nation was still left in hope. Nowadays the announcers seemed to dwell on the number of deaths from this pandemic and th...
Submitted to Contest #95
THIS TIME IT’S FOR REAL They were together. Total peace, absolute calm, seconds drifting in a sea of silence. Now they would never be apart. Never, ever. A door banged shut somewhere else in the hospital, how had all this come about? Peter Sinclair was drunk, he knew that because Eileen, his companion for the evening, had told him so. She had also told him that he was in dreadful trouble, what on earth had he been thinking, getting into such a romantic embrace with his best friends wife. Actually he hadn’t been thinking of anything, he ...
Submitted to Contest #90
WHERE ELEPHANTS TREAD My wife, Mame and I were dining with Reggie, a Director of Carson’s who looked after the tea and rubber estates in Ceylon, now Sri Lanka. One of the foremost hunters in the country and head of a well known family, he lived in a fine old colonial house with his family and a retinue of ancient retainers; both he and his wife Yvonne were well known for their hospitality. As an agriculturist Reggie had considerable knowledge of the island's soil and climate, the ingredients of the meal we were eating came from the ...
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