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Submitted to Contest #260
Bettina sighed as she finally took her seat on the 5.15 pm Number Fourteen bus from Brixton to Mayfair. She popped a Xanax into her mouth, just to calm her nerves. She’d had to run for the bus and was out of breath. It wasn’t easy to run in Jimmy Choo shoes. Still, they were the perfect accessory to her outfit, and Bettina was meticulous about her appearance. She took a peep at her three-year-old Bichon Frisé, Chan-Chan, who was nestled in her large red Gucci handbag. Chan-Chan looked up at her and whimpered. Bettina adjusted his l...
Submitted to Contest #226
Some philosopher, Plato I think it was, said that a good decision is based on knowledge. But it’s a bit of a cop out, I reckon. I mean, you can’t know everything, and how can you know the consequences of your decision before it’s too late? When the NGO I worked for insisted that I go on the four-day training course in working in hostile environments, I hadn’t been very keen. But here I was, eight fifteen on a chilly March morning in a meeting room at a converted stately home in the middle of the Berkshire countryside. The day loomed in fr...
Submitted to Contest #222
Orhan watched from the ramparts of the castle as Mehdi galloped away on his white mare, followed by some ten retainers. The emir would be gone away for three or four days to find a new wife, and Orhan felt a glimmer of hope that he, Orhan, would finally be able to complete his mission. It had been a long two months since Orhan had managed to get into the Shahbaz stronghold as an advisor to the notoriously fastidious Mehdi. In that time, he had not been idle. Through careful, diligent work, Orhan had gained a good idea of the layout of the...
Submitted to Contest #208
Friday nights, the diner filled up quickly with locals in from the week’s work. Melissa didn’t mind it; the time went quickly, and the tips weren’t bad. ‘Give me a beer and one of those rib eyes, Melissa.’ ‘Sure thing, Don.’ Melissa wrote the order down on her pad and walked towards the kitchen, high heels clicking on the tiles. Melissa had been a server at the Buffalo Diner for two or three months now. It wasn’t bad as jobs go, and at least it was paying for some of the treatment. It was an expensive business, the hormone therapy, bu...
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