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Weekly Contest #65
It was supposed to be fun. A bit of a thrill and nothing more. Claire and I decided it might be a way to mark Halloween. It was not something which we had every really celebrated as children, we were not of the ‘trick or treat’ generation, besides the views of our parents would have forbidden us from walking the streets in hope of receiving sweets. That would have been tantamount to begging, wandering around after dark asking the neighbours for favours. Halloween has become a ‘thing’ which we copied from the American...
Weekly Contest #47
You get up and as always head into the hallway to pick up your mail. Your mail always arrives early, really early, long before you wake up. As you check your mail, you notice a letter that makes you stop in your tracks. It is a small, white envelope with a drawing of the head of a horse in the bottom left hand corner. The drawing is by hand and recognisable. To you, the image is a revealing as a name and the address of the writer. It is from him. He draws that little horse head on everything. It is pr...
Weekly Contest #31
“Milk, milk, milk, milk, milk.” Anthea sang quietly under her breath as she climbed over the stile, smiling as she heard her wellington boots squelch in the mud. The sun was shining, and the recent rain had left a fresh smell of spring in the air. A city girl born and bred, Anthea was unaccustomed to the countryside and was loving her new life here. She had moved from London to the middle of the Lake District with her husband of four years, Robert. His health had struggled in the city and the doctors had all recommended s...
Emily walked through the garden. The house may be small and somewhat cluttered with an ever-present light layer of dust which it seemed beyond her control to keep at bay. The garden, now that was a different story. Emily was just about to celebrate her 65th birthday. She was walking more slowly these days and used a stick when she was out and about. It was she told everyone, a fashion statement rather than a necessity. The crows’ feet around her eyes and the lines around her mouth gave her face character and def...
Weekly Contest #29
Ingrid felt unwell. She had felt unwell for a few days now. There was no particular reason for her intermittent nausea but it was persistent. Driving into work, she stopped as she stepped out of the car and took a few deep breaths. Starting towards the large glass office block she continued the deep breathing and then stopped again, pausing to inhale the cold winter air. Emma approached her and looking askance decided that to ignore and walk on past would be inappropriate, even though they scarcely knew one another.&...
The door slammed with a reverberation that made the whole room shake. The violence of the action caused a crack to appear in the aging wood. The frame shuddered and slowly an uncomfortable silence began to descend as the last angry footsteps pounded away into the distance. He was incandescent with rage. His stout frame was still physically shaking as he ran his hand repeatedly through his thick dark hair. His eyes were closed with an intensity which hardly seemed possible. The small, well-trimmed beard was slowl...
Weekly Contest #27
The sound of the wheels on the track made the conventional clickety-clack sound with a gradual increase in rapidity. As the train pulled out of the station, Fiona had noticed, not without some pleasure, that the train was attracting considerable attention. It is not so very often that a steam train pulls away from a major British Railway Station in England, well not in the 21st century anyway. So there were random people staring, some smiled and a few waved whilst a small cohort of train spotters photographed, recorded the sou...
Weekly Contest #26
‘Music? That’s just a hobby, isn’t it?’ Natasha had heard those words often throughout her life. Her parents, whilst loving their child, could never understand why she wanted to spend all her time singing. It almost didn’t help that she was an intelligent young woman, she could have done anything, been anything, at least as much as the world she lived in allowed. But Natasha knew in her heart all she really wanted to do, all that would really make her happy was to sing. She was blessed with a beautiful clear voice, which ...
The coffin took pride of place at the front of the church nave. Beside it, reflecting an American practice was a large picture of a woman in her sixties, with black ribbons elegantly hanging from the frame. The order of service had the same image smiling out from the front cover and below was a name. Most of the congregation did not think of the name as linked with the woman in the picture. Margaret Elizabeth Frost (nee Quaker)When she died, most of her contemporary friends knew Margaret as Meg. She has been unwell f...
Weekly Contest #23
You go for a walk in fresh snow. Suddenly you realize you're not leaving any footprints.To borrow a phrase from a famous carol, the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. It was a clear day with blue skies and the occasional grey cloud still loaded with snow, ready, as if it may be required to act at a moment’s notice, to drop its burden. I was walking from the cottage towards the woodshed, carrying my log basket. The winter air was cleansing and the chill of the day caused my fingers and toes to tingle. The ...
Weekly Contest #19
He was so easy to love, both physically and emotionally. Rachel loved the feel of his body and the embrace of his arms. He was so easy to read – his face could not hide his feelings and he never made any attempt at disguise. He was what he was; he was who he was. Put plainly and simply, he was kind, thoughtful and gentle, and more intellectually able than he recognised, which gave him a self-deprecating attitude, usually enchanting and occasionally irritating. Rachel saw so many wonderful qualities in this one man, w...
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