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Weekly Contest #86
Northern French coast, 1942Hélène put on her best fake smile as the German officer approached the tobacco stand.‘Leutnant Dorn, n'est-ce pas?’ she said from behind the counter. Although she hated the way the Nazis were running roughshod over her beloved fishing town of Boulogne-sur-Mer, it paid to be polite and remember the names of the big cheeses in the occupying force. Surprise spread across Dorn’s craggy face. ‘Richtig. I’m flattered you have learnt my name.’ He threw her a stiff smile. ‘And you are Hélène, correct? How could I...
Weekly Contest #83
If you follow Omura’s whale to the place where palmheads dance on the sea’s bravest mountain, that is where you will find it.I never wanted to leave my island, for it was a paradise.Her name is Nagui, which means ‘the fearless one’, and my brother Nop and I had grown up happy in the arms of her lagoon.Nop and I often walked together to the far side of the island where he would spearfish and I would search for the nests of sea turtles beneath the dunes. It was on one of these walks that he asked me how our island got her name, for althou...
Weekly Contest #82
Ralph gave a satisfied groan as he flopped onto the bed next to Tracey. ‘Babe, that was amazing,’ he said. His lover grabbed hold of his shoulder and sighed, but their moment of bliss was interrupted when Sigmund Freud entered the room. ‘Miss Branson!’ he said, eyes flashing behind perfectly circular eyeglasses. ‘There is a parking inspector on the street - you may be in danger of receiving a ticket.’‘Oh,’ Tracey got up and started to dress. ‘Sounds like I better go move it.’ ‘Nice work keeping tabs on it, Siggie,’ Ralph said,...
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