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Weekly Contest #344
It didn’t take long for Clive to regret storming off away from his wife. It had mean the rest of their weekend had been fraught with a silence and he was relieved Vito had come to meet him after work. Though he found himself unable to share in his friend’s ostensible good mood.“How has your week been? It must be strange,” asked Clive.“A bit, mate, but honestly it hasn’t really sunk in. It feels like just another Bank Holiday. Maybe in a week or two it will feel weird. Plus when did I last see you? It must only have been Friday.”It had been T...
Weekly Contest #343
“There’s nothing that can be done, sir. You’re going to have to wait until the next station where we can open the left side doors.”The voice laboured its way over the tannoy of the packed train. It was the morning commute and today the rough passage over the rails was not the only reason a lot of the passengers were shifting uncomfortably. In fact, the part of the train which seemed to vibrate the most was that closest to the left side door, or to be more accurate, closest to the last passenger to have boarded the train, Arthur Stone.“What d...
Weekly Contest #342
We were still on the flatter part of the climb so I refused to hear her breath getting heavier with each step.“I’d forgotten it looked so beautiful,” I said, fishing for a reason for us to rest for a bit.“How could you forget?”Despite the noticeable pauses between each of her words, I could still detect the amusement in her voice.“So many memories of this place,” she said.Below us, sand and fields spread round the estuary and the winding tongue of the river that lapped at the crashing sea. I rubbed the sweat off my brow. The late August air ...
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