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Weekly Contest #357
Sanjeet stood on her new balcony, cigarette between her fingers, staring down at the large patch of grass and the laughing kids below. The air smelled of exhaust fumes and spicy food. A burnt-out motorbike lay on the path that ran alongside the grass. On the fourth floor her new council flat provided plenty of room for her piano, plenty of room for her possessions. Her parents would certainly approve of its location, a mere 30-minute walk from the Bank of England. She imagined the bank as a grand fat old lady who commanded a thriving respect...
Weekly Contest #353
It had been eleven years since Afshin had journeyed out of Mazar-i-Sharif, through the stony deserts and forbidding mountains of the Hindu Kush, to meet the friend who put people to sleep by looking at them. News had travelled from beyond the tribal lands to the East that he'd died. It stirred potent memories of when he met him those long years ago. He’d shuttered up his shop, happy to leave. Business was poor, few people wanted to buy watches since fighting had broken out again. Even his supplier, keen to travel anywhere for the black marke...
Weekly Contest #350
Tears of a Rose Salty tears rolled down her soft cheeks and fell onto the silken petals of the white rose she was holding. As the teardrops gathered a bead rolled off onto the plastic table cover. She stared at it through misted eyes. The visions were coming faster. An image appeared in the droplet. She didn’t question the image. It simply was. Always had been, her mind quiet when the sparkling visions took shape. It enlarged to a sphere about four inches in diameter revealing a shimmering panoramic view. It was the red stone street out...
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