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Submitted to Contest #59
Night Caller – By Beulah Lee Harris I looked out at the frigid night and shivered. Not because I was cold, I was wrapped up warmly enough, but because I was afraid of whatever might be lurking in the dark. It was so remote where we lived in the foothills of the mountains. Our nearest neighbors, Greg and Jeanie, were an hour’s slow drive away and the town where I worked was an hour in the other direction. We thought it was a wonderful find, this wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere, a little way up the ...
Submitted to Contest #58
Darkness – Beulah Lee Harris The lights went out at one minute past midnight. As the darkness descended like a shroud covering every streetlamp, the ceiling-fan slowed to a devastating stop and the muggy heat fell like a heavy warm blanket. Shana tossed and turned, listening to the silence for a while but could not get comfortable. She opened the glass sliding door inviting in whatever slight breeze was teasing the night. &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #57
A Wise Man’s Will – Beulah Lee Harris There was flurry of excitement all over England as ten people received a letter from the same firm of solicitors on the same day. The letter was brief and read: ‘I regret to inform you of the passing of Lord Gilly Elmsford of Hertfordshire. You are requested to attend a meeting at our offices in London at 10h00 on Thursday, 24th July 1921.’ The letter was signed by Geoffrey Stone from Dobson, Stone and Wilkes (Pty) Ltd. Most of the recipients tingled with anticipation and tremble...
Submitted to Contest #54
Guilt – By Beulah Lee Harris Harry Harlan winced at the sound of the heavy metal doors clanging closed behind him. It was so final, being fired and banished from this place. He looked back at the dismal grey building rising up behind the grey walls with only one Sycamore adding a touch of color to the day. Ah, well, to hell with them, he thought. Who needs to works with pedantic bureaucratic fools and who needs to look after a bunch of slobbering loonies anyway? Harry did feel depressed, though, as he stood there...
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