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Weekly Contest #186
“I can’t do this anymore. I'm leaving you.” “What do you mean John? Where has this come from? This is so out of the blue. Why haven't you said anything before this? We've been married for 25 years, happily I thought. I love you. I've always loved you. I have never stopped working to make our marriage work. What do you mean? Why? What am I doing wrong? Don't you love me anymore? Is there someone else?” “What do you mean Frances. This is not out of the blue. Haven't you seen that things haven't been good for a long time. There’s nobody else....
Weekly Contest #108
They met on a cruise ship. A man and a woman whose paths would never have crossed in their everyday life. They were very different people with very different lives, they didn't even live in the same country. But this is not the usual boy meets girl on a cruise ship story. This was not a romance, it was a meeting of minds, of emotions, of need. And you can’t help but wonder what inexplicable forces bring two people like this together. Martin was a 45 year old surgeon. He was trapped in an unsatisfying marriage (his words), unhappy with his l...
Weekly Contest #107
I could have been looking in a mirror. They say that we all have a doppelganger out there somewhere. If that's the case, I had found mine. Yes, he had ginger hair and I had brown. I spoke with an Australian accent, he was Welsh. But the likeness was eerie. We looked at each other and never said a word. Not for a moment anyway. What do you say in a situation like this? He spoke first. “Hi, I'm Evan Jones”. My name was Jones too, Michael Jones. But hey, we were in Wales, almost every second person’s name was Jones. It was very unlikely that w...
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