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Weekly Contest #348
He is Tin to me. An unusual abbreviation, I know, but it is my own. I like the metallic tinge to it. To the rest of the world, he is a dull Mart or Marty.I watch him from across his living room, leaving fingerprints on the glass coffee table he is dusting with clumsy, limp strokes. She is late, which is fortunate, really; he is not ready.His new shirt, bought for the express purpose of seeing her again, clings to him tightly. He has dismissed my suggestions that it is too small and likes how it wraps itself around his arms. He doesn’t mind o...
Weekly Contest #347
The flight attendant looked up at them with a feeble smile.“You go first, Col,” said Liv, scratching her cheek.“It’s okay, sis,” said Colin. “We’ll see you in Greece. Thanks again for offering the villa.”“You sure?” Liv hesitated.“Of course! Besides, Bruce has already gone in so you’d better catch up.”As he watched his sister walk onto the plane and take the left aisle, he reached out to put his arm around Dana’s toned waist. He gasped as his fingers rubbed against unfamiliar skin. Besides him was a shorter woman he did not know. Horrified, ...
Weekly Contest #346
There was too much time to contemplate the heat. The heat in New York had been bearable, courtesy of heavily plumbed air conditioning in any building Symonds would ever frequent. He wasn’t sure of his decision to trade it for the Southern sun. Barry Symonds undid another button of his shirt. His hands were damp with perspiration, impeding the navigation of his phone’s touchscreen. Sure, feel free to visit sometime. There’s no other ranch in this town so you’ll find it fine, read the message Georgia Granville had sent him a month ago. It had ...
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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