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Submitted to Contest #62
Mrs. Sylvia D’Cunha seemed to be an ordinary woman who lived an ordinary life in the small Goan fishing village of Sequolim. But there was one thing that was quite extraordinary about her—she was able to see the future; although that had not always been the case. It had all started with a visit to her GP, Dr. Almeida...“Glad we caught it in time, Mrs. D’Cunha. Even if it is a benign tumour, we can’t let it grow any bigger. It can press down upon your brain and can cause all kinds of unpleasant symptoms.”Mrs. Sylvia D’Cunha sat across from Dr...
Submitted to Contest #61
Mr. Francis Hubbard was a creature of habit. Every morning, his alarm went off at 6.15 am. After performing his ablutions, he went for a brisk walk around the block, returning precisely at 6.45 am. His breakfast, consisting of two slices of toasted bread buttered on one side, and one hard-boiled egg (boiled exactly for twelve minutes), was served to him at 7 am. He ate at the kitchen table whilst he read four different newspapers, paying special attention to the finance sections. At 7.55 am, he took a three-minute shower, stepping out of the...
Rohan looked at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time, a movement that was not lost on his wife Sonal.“Why do you keep doing that? It won’t make the flight land any faster!” Sonal said with some irritation. “And stop shaking your leg so vigorously!”He made a noncommittal sound and picked up a magazine. They were in the airport lounge, waiting for his father Shankar’s flight to land. It was his father’s first trip out of India, but that was not the only reason for Rohan’s nervousness. He had drifted emotionally apart from Shankar ...
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