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Submitted to Contest #65
In the end, it was dad who put us up to it. The early afternoon sunlight punched in through the dusty windows, casting harsh shadows on Tim’s earnest expression as he said to me, ‘I just don’t think it’d be right, Ollie.’ It was about two in the afternoon, and my brother Tim and I were sitting in the sunroom deliberating about what should be done and whether anything should be done at all. We sat tensely on the ugly brown sunroom couch and spoke in quiet voices, so mum and dad in the next room watching Channel Seven wouldn’t h...
Submitted to Contest #64
The evening was ushered in, damp and getting colder. The man with short dark hair walking steadily through the bush was dwarfed by the gum trees all around him, whose loose bark shuffled and shivered as the cold wind blew the evening in. The forest was wide and tall. The man was thin and tall. A green rucksack weighed him down, and his fingers wrapped around the handle of a violin case were red and stiff from the cold and from holding the position. His steps were steady; not slow, but not fast. Earlier in the afternoon, when the light edged ...
Submitted to Contest #63
One afternoon last autumn, my sister Billie and I went to pick apples in the orchard at the back of Nana’s house. Nana’s apple orchard is an established acre-worth of big thick-trunked trees all in rows that sprout leafy greenery and shiny apples. In spring the tight buds pop into open flowers, and these flowers become budding fruits that Nana needs help to pick, because there are so many. And that was what Billie and I were doing in the orchard that afternoon last autumn: picking apples. Little ones, littler than usual. But so smo...
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