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Submitted to Contest #297
Harold shifted, trying to get comfortable. The hard seats in the auditorium made his hips ache, and his ears were ringing. The ancient speakers alternated between blasting the music at top volume and descending into a painful screech. His wife Mavis nudged him hard with her elbow.“Harold, stop squirming. What is the matter with you? Do you need to go to the bathroom again? I've told you to get your prostate checked, but you never listen,” she said in a stage whisper.“Do you think you could say that just a little louder? I think some people ...
Submitted to Contest #295
Jessica jumped back as her Aunt Sarah hurtled out of the kitchen and hugged her.“Good news. I’ve got my biggest catering job yet.”Jessica gently disentangled herself from her aunt’s embrace, led her to the couch and sat her down.“Great. You’ve worked so hard to create your business. I’ll help you set up and serve.”“You don’t mind? That would be wonderful,” Aunt Sarah said, beaming. The next moment her face fell.“Well, it’s sad news too, I suppose, though not for me because I didn’t know him…well, nobody knew for years if he was dead or alive...
Submitted to Contest #281
Monica stepped onto the verandah, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The fireworks had just gone off to celebrate the New Year of 1922. For a moment, the explosions had returned her to her nursing days at the front lines and her heart was still pounding. She pulled her wrap around her, shivering in the frosty air. The older guests had departed. Inside the house, her sister Dalia was rolling back the carpet with the assistance of her friends and cranking up the gramophone. Soon the frenetic strains of ragtime filled the air, punctuated b...
Submitted to Contest #280
“Helen? Is that really you? I thought it was, but there’s something different about you. You look amazing.”“Oh, hi, Diana. Yes, it’s really me. Pull up a chair. Have you eaten already or would you like to join me?”“I just ate. I came here with some of the girls from the country club. We’d heard this restaurant was amazing.”“You were right. My meal was delicious. Let’s order dessert. My treat.”“Oh, I’d love to, but I shouldn’t. Larry notices immediately if I gain an ounce. I’ll just have a black coffee.”“I am going to have a large slice of th...
Submitted to Contest #279
Gerald looked up as his wife Kristy came into the living room. To his surprise, she was wearing her coat and carrying a small suitcase.“Where are you going?” he said. “Did we have plans, and I forgot?”“I am going somewhere,” Kristy said. “I think I want a divorce, and I need a break to think about it.”“What?” said Gerald, bewildered. “What did I do wrong? We haven’t even had an argument.”“It might be better if we had. You are such a doormat,” she said with a sigh. “I kept hoping you had a personality, but all you do is agree. I ask what you ...
Submitted to Contest #277
Queen Clementina hurried back to her chambers, plunked her crown down on the table, shed her dress and kicked off her tight satin shoes as fast as she could. She put on her house slippers and fluffy dressing gown and gratefully sank into her armchair. Her maid Dulcie tutted as she scurried around picking up discarded items of heavy, jewel encrusted clothing.“I know, I know. I should be more careful, but they’re so darn uncomfortable to wear. Bring me a large, cold Chardonnay and my magic mirror when you’re done hanging those up, there’s a lo...
Submitted to Contest #275
I didn't believe in the supernatural until I met Dan. We worked in the same coffee shop at uni. I was studying English lit. He was in Fine Arts. There was something of the tragic poet in his dark good looks. His habitual melancholy fascinated me immediately, although he was so reserved that we never talked about anything other than work issues. I heard my late mother’s voice one evening when we were closing the shop.“Be careful. He has a lot of trauma in his past. Stop trying to rescue all the wounded birds.”I shook my head to clear it.“He’s...
Submitted to Contest #270
Jasmine whistled as she walked towards her grandmother’s house, hoisting her backpack a little higher on her shoulder. It had been a brutal semester, and she was ready to be spoiled for a few days. Her grandmother Peggy lived in a cul-de-sac of modest one level houses designed for the elderly. She had moved there a few months ago after being widowed, giving up the large house she had shared with Jasmine’s grandfather.“I love this small house. It takes no time to clean,” she said to Jasmine not long after moving in. “Now I can watch whatever ...
Submitted to Contest #268
12, Parsons Lane,Marshton,September 19, 1924Dear Lesley or Leonie,Or whatever you are calling yourself now. It’s me, Rosalind from Marshton village. I remember you with a runny nose and holes in your shoes at Marshton Primary School, though I know you’ve come up in the world since those days. I see your new film is coming out next month. I am sure it will do right well. You probably would like to show off to all your old school friends, dressed up in a fur coat and all the jewelry and that at the premiere in London. But it’s funny how y...
Submitted to Contest #266
The cuckoo clock chimed seven. Douglas listened to it all the way through before getting out of bed. He glanced at his reflection in the dressing table mirror. Not too bad for an old man of seventy-five. His bearing was erect, his steely blue eyes clear and sharp and although his hair was silver verging on white, he still had plenty of it. He showered, shaved and dressed and was in the kitchen by seven thirty on the dot. He started the coffee maker and began to heat the water for his boiled egg. He set the egg timer and went to consult the w...
Submitted to Contest #262
It wasn’t supposed to have been this way. Dave should have been squashed against her in cattle class, not the tiny white -haired lady who had introduced herself immediately they sat down."Hello, dear, I'm Nancy.""I'm Clare," Clare had said dutifully. Dave should have been sharing the armrest with her, elbows bumping as they tried to cut the food with tiny plastic utensils. Instead Nancy kept asking Clare for help to adjust her screen, her seat, reach the light switch, control the air and arrange her blanket. Clare had complied, her irritatio...
Submitted to Contest #260
Maddie opened her eyes and stared, hardly daring to breathe, her heart thudding, as she tried to work out where she was. In the dim light she could ascertain unfamiliar shapes, high bedposts, a bulky, elaborately carved wardrobe, tall windows with heavy brocade drapes. She sighed with relief as it dawned on her. Italy. She and Chris were finally in Italy in a scenic town on the coast where ancient houses, castles, chapels and churches clung to the hillside and spilled in a chaotic jumble down to the coastline. They had scrimped and saved for...
Submitted to Contest #259
Ethel sighed. The check-in line was moving at a glacial pace and she was getting more and more nervous. She had only agreed to fly because her niece Meghan had implored her to come to her graduation.“Auntie Ethel, please. You know it will be the first time Mom and Dad are in the same room since the divorce and the bimbo is coming too. Dad insisted on bringing her. I need an adult in the room.”Ethel hated to see her poor niece caught in the middle of all the drama. A shrill ringing interrupted her reverie. She glared around, muttering under h...
Submitted to Contest #257
The reflection of a haggard, old man stared back at Arthur from the bleary mirror in the lift. It seemed that he had aged twenty years since he ascended in it that morning, a spring in his step and a gleam in his eye, though he could not pinpoint exactly what was different. His suit was still debonair, and his white shirt was still crisp, but something had changed. The door swished open, and he stepped out into the lobby. It was already deserted except for Esperanza, the housekeeper. Her grey dreadlocks, held back in a colorful print scarf, ...
Submitted to Contest #255
Sitting on the cool, firm sand under the palm trees, I taste the salt as the sea breeze caresses me. I squint, looking for Greg. He is a dot in the turquoise of the ocean. Just as I begin to worry, he emerges from the surf, sleek as a seal, and bounds up the beach. He flops down beside me, laughing as he shakes cold ocean spray all over me like a puppy. We are so engrossed in each other that we don’t stay on the beach for long.“Come on,” he says, helping me to my feet, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Race you to the room.”I emerged from my ...
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