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Submitted to Contest #339
MARY’S VISITORIt was Fugley who alerted Mary to the visitor in the doorway. A medium sized, grey smudge coloured dog of indeterminate heritage, he rose up from his position on the kitchen floor. With his shoulders forward, ears alert, and an impressive collar of hackles, he let go a long, low growl designed to scare the pants off any would-be miscreant.Mary had been making a pot of tea, and blamed the noise of the boiling kettle for missing the sound of the doorbell. She looked up to see a stranger standing in her hallway, in his 30s Mary th...
Submitted to Contest #337
“Is that you dear?” Polly asked of her son Sam, who dutifully phoned her at 4 o’clock, on the dot, every Saturday. “Yes, I’m here Mum”, Sam replied, preparing himself for their standard, scripted conversation, which he’d worked out he could fit in, in between getting home from golf, picking up the children from their play dates, putting the rubbish bins out, and unloading the dishwasher “How are you?” he opened.“Oh, I’m fine dear”, Polly responded, following the text.“Well, what have you been up to Mum?”, Sam asked, at the same time checking...
Submitted to Contest #333
A COLD DISH“Did you enjoy that sir?” the waitress asked, picking up the empty plate that looked as though it had been licked clean. Fresh lobster, cooked to perfection, in a lemon garlic butter sauce, was always a menu favourite.James leaned back in his chair, letting out a loud belch that confirmed to those dining at his table, and to the diners in close proximity, that he had indeed had his satisfactory fill.Polly, his wife, tried to conceal her embarrassment by hiding behind her wine glass, and his fellow diners looked every which way but...
Submitted to Contest #330
“Well, I need to be going now Katie”. Eva stood up, pushing back her chair from beside the hospital bed. “I’ll pop in tomorrow to see how you’re going, and if you need anything, let me know”.Katie, very cautiously, lifted herself off the bed, and shuffled alongside Eva to the door of the room.“Well, I’m probably going home tomorrow” she stated. “I’m feeling much better, and I’m just waiting for the doctor to come and sign me out. I need to get back to make sure the old place is still standing, and the pink and greys will be wondering what’s...
Submitted to Contest #322
Home Sweet HomeSandra lay in the hospital bed, a monitor blinking away by her side. A nurse came in to check on her and she smiled and nodded towards the machine.“I’m perfectly ok you know”, she told the nurse.” I really don’t know why I’m here, and I do need to go home”.Keeping an eye on the lines and numbers, the nurse responded. “Well now Sandra, you fainted, and you hit your head, and I think the doctors want to keep you in overnight, just to make sure you haven’t done any damage to yourself”.Sandra wasn’t happy with the idea and muttere...
Submitted to Contest #320
Sophie looked at her watch, then scanned the forest around her and realised that her kelpie-cross friend was nowhere in view.“Come on Olive, time to go,” she called out but there was no response. No bark or excited yelp. No rustling in the undergrowth, or flock of distressed birds frantically taking to the skies. The walk through the forest was a favourite for both of them. For Sophie, the symphony of woodland sounds that accompanied the ever-changing landscape made her feel as though she was treading a very privileged path that offered peac...
Submitted to Contest #293
Polly had a smile on her face that couldn’t be wiped off. From her seat on the train, she looked through the window at the craziness of the freeway running alongside the track. From the slow lane, where the timid and speed conscious were following each other in a dutiful line, to the fast lane where small cars, with Formula One aspirations were taking on muscle cars spraying horsepower in their wake, it was like watching warm up laps for a Grand Prix.For Polly, in her reverie, it was surreal entertainment. Usually, she would travel, at...
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