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Submitted to Contest #327
I stretch, catching my claws in the woollen rug and soak up the heat from the embers creeping around the coals. The house is still, though the wind whistles through gaps in the window frames and, in the distance, I can hear Peter sobbing. Katherine will be with him, holding him and singing softly.I yawn, and as I do, a closer sound pricks my ears - a scratching, a scuttling. I follow the sound until my gaze falls upon a brown mouse creeping along the floor toward the kitchen doorway. Slowly, silently, I turn my body, staying low, creeping cl...
Submitted to Contest #300
Arriving back in England was the thing I’d been waiting for, for two and a half years. But when it finally happened, it wasn’t at all what I’d hoped for. At ten years old I walked back into the school I’d left when I was eight. Nothing had changed, but for me, everything had changed.February 1989. Myself, my parents and my two younger brothers, flew away, through the grey, drizzle filled clouds of London and into the dazzling sunshine and sweltering heat of the Australian summer.The air smelt different here, sweet, and dry. Our first few wee...
Submitted to Contest #295
The rich aroma of food and wine hung in the still, night air. Laughter and chattering exuded from tables which spilled out of the small restaurant and onto the courtyard where the band stamped their feet as they strummed and plucked at Spanish guitars. And there, under the glow of the string lights, he stood, waiting. Holding out his hand for hers. She floated towards him, radiant. Her body draped in red, silk, her curls flowing over her shoulders and down her back. He took her in his arms and for a moment they stood in silence. The music st...
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