Barbara Burgess

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“Order, According to Angela” by Barbara Burgess

Oh shit. He’s standing at the door waiting for me.“You’re late.” Angela’s new boss held up his arm and pointed repeatedly at his watch. “Two minutes. To be precise. Ask Miss Warboyes to man the front desk and come into my office as soon as you’ve sorted yourself out. I want a word with you.”“Yes, Mr. Davies.”Two bloody minutes. What’s two bloody minutes? Angela mumbled under her breath as she hung up her coat and put her handbag in the locker in the staff room. Then s...

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“A New Job For Sammy” by Barbara Burgess

“I don’t believe it. Some idiot’s given me a one-star review.” “It doesn’t matter, does it?” “Yes, it does. It matters to me. They’ve said my article’s too short. Of course, it’s too bloody short. It‘s meant to be short. It tells you how many words there are above it. Can’t they read? And they’ve mentioned spelling and grammar mistakes. There are ...

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“Where Were You That Day?” by Barbara Burgess

I thought JFK was assassinated on a Wednesday. Why? Because I always went to the cinema that day. The picture house at Eastbourne was the only one that showed a fresh film midweek and weekends. I could watch a new programme twice in seven days and different films at the other three cinemas. There was little else to do at the seaside town, especially during the winter months.I was sixteen and in my second job since leaving school. After paying out tax, insurance, superannuation and union money, I had little left of my wee...

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“The Good Old Days” by Barbara Burgess

I remember the good old days. Aunt Alice was always saying this. She’d go on about kids being better behaved back then. How they knew their place and how they sat quietly and only said something when spoken to. Kids were happy to play outside in the rain or the snow and with cardboard boxes they used for make-believe games. Not magnifyingly expensive toys like today’s kids have. She...

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“Daphne” by Barbara Burgess

Grow up, she said in her letter. Her words cut deep and upset me. I thought she was my best, my one and only friend. I thought she was the person I could turn to when I needed someone.There was nobody at work I could talk to or even wanted to talk to. Granny, Auntie, Uncle and Cousin Bob who I was living with at the time were not the conversational type and so I could not turn to them either.I felt lost and alone.I wrote to Daphne and told her I felt like a bird with a bro...

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“Must Remember to Drink More Water ” by Barbara Burgess

I woke up. Or did I? I wasn’t sure I’d even been asleep. But then I remembered a dream…..or was it a nightmare? I must have slept unless, of course, I was daydreaming, but a daydream is usually about something good, like a holiday or becoming a pop star.In my nightmare, I was neither on holiday nor was I becoming a pop star. I was, in fact, running away. Running from what I don’t know. Then I was on my hands and knees clawing at the little gaps in the pavement where moss and grass grows. I was tearing at the grass and th...

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“The Letter” by Barbara Burgess

She pushed the letter between her thigh and the seat of the kitchen chair as her daughter came into the room.“Was that the post I heard?”“Yes, the usual rubbish. I’ve thrown it in the bin.”“I’m off to work now.”Jenny gave her mother a gentle kiss on the forehead, picked up her handbag, and headed for the front door.Grace brushed her cheek as if trying to rub away the wrinkles that she was sure had multiplied since her forty-third birthday last week. ...

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“You'll Never Know Unless You try” by Barbara Burgess

John’s hand flapped around on top of the small side table until it made contact with the bedside lamp switch. He raised his head slightly off the pillow, opened one eye and looked at the clock 03.55. Glad he’d woken before the alarm went off, no need to disturb anyone this morning. Shoving his legs into his track suit bottoms he shivered slightly in the cold air but felt much warmer as he zipped up his fl...

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“A Walk in The Park” by Barbara Burgess

It was early morning. Mavis was walking her terrier dog Billy in the park. Quite unexpectedly, Billy began pulling on the lead and dragging Mavis toward some thick bushes. She hung on tightly, struggling to control him, but he dragged her nearer and nearer the overgrown shrubs. She almost ended up falling over in them.“Stop it Billy. Whatever has got into you this morning.”Suddenly, Mavis lifted her hand to her mouth to smother a scream. There, among the dead leaves, empty cans of beer and sweet wrapper...

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“The Island of Women” by Barbara Burgess

Once upon a time in a kingdom far from here there was an island and on that island lived a tribe of women who were so beautiful it is said you would not want to leave the island but would want to lie in their arms forever being caressed and loved. The women are tall, slender, with tanned skin, long dark wavy hair, blue eyes, small noses and full lips. It is also said that the waters ...

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“Confectionery Carnage” by Barbara Burgess

PLEASE NOTE—if you suffer from arachnophobia then please do not read this story. Blood, guts, gore, graphic. Swearing. Adrian looked around the cages to make sure the doors were locked. After checking the inhabitants had enough food and water, he grabbed the jacket he’d stuffed between two terrariums, dimmed the lights, and headed for the outside world. Having secured the...

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“HELP” by Barbara Burgess

Are you there, God? It’s me. I met you at the Wailing Wall. Remember? I went to Jerusalem with my friend Cynthia and we both placed our hands on the wall. Cynthia told me we were supposed to pray, but all I could think of was you already know it all, God. You already know what I’ve been through. So I didn’t feel I needed to pray. I just said, you know it all, God, and left it at that, because, at the time...

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“Wonderful Granddad Harry Grimes” by Barbara Burgess

NB(swearing and indications of abuse)Jim strolled into the drawing room. It smelled of furniture polish, perfume and after shave. He stood before the ornate fireplace, his hands held loosely behind his back. His eyes skimmed the mostly bowed heads and solemn faces. The huge gold-framed mirror behind him reflected the multi-faceted chandelier. In the centre of the room stood an oval mahogany table and six chairs everyone had avoided. Instead, they crowded on the three sofas and four armchairs scattered ab...

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“The Corpse in The City” by Barbara Burgess

The car comes to a halt at the far edge of the car park behind the bank. Tom sits quietly for a moment as if in a trance, eyes forward. Only his left arm moves as he pulls on the handbrake. His eyes drop, focussing on his finger, pressing the button to release the boot lid. Slowly, he turns his head and glares.“Are you going to help me or not?”Jim lets out a puff of breath, leans his elbow on the car door and stands up. His shoes crunch on the dark gravel. The car park is deserted. With wide eyes scanni...

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“Marmaduke Dittman” by Barbara Burgess

My name is Marmaduke Dittman. Or Marmy for short. Mum (she calls herself that) tells all her friends that I have a pedigree as long as your arm and my pedigree name is Marmaduke Dittman.Mum doesn’t know where the Dittman bit comes in. She says it’s something to do with a prefix or a suffix or something like that. But the Marmaduke bit is because I’m orange. They call me orange with orange eyes, but really I’m ginger, just like the cat next door that often tries to pick a fight with me.Mum shows her frie...

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Author bio

I have been writing poetry and prose since I was about ten. Beginning by submitting my work to local newspapers. I have published two poetry books on Amazon. I have also written some songs and done well in competitions with them. I continue to write each day and particularly enjoy short stories. www.barbaraburgess.co.uk