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Submitted to Contest #73
Peter's eyes tracked her, to the left, to the right, up, down, and diagonal. Liv refused to surrender. She pointed a birthday candle back at the cage like a magic wand to threaten and tame the bird and, yet, it started to scream again.Peter's high-pitched cry only stopped when Liv shook the cage, through the frosted window, above the grease of the narrow street. The bird's hollow eyes darted at her and she forced her gaze deep into them - if Peter wanted to stay here for the holidays, it would have to accept her rules. The winter wind swung ...
Submitted to Contest #72
This story is a sequel to Come Little Girl in my Comic Strip that you can find on my page.Elle licked the manjar glued to her thumb with delectation and stole some more from her toasted bread. It had a soft and sweet texture, akin to dulce de leche summer ice creams. The toast cracking under her teeth took her back to primary school memories and she swung her feet back and forth under the table. Meanwhile, Alf was focused. His giant map of Chile didn't fit on the tiny round table of the dim and silent café. Alf was convinced the place was th...
This is a sequel to Maybe it's time and Sweeping Sun that you can find on my page.Clotie had rehearsed the call four times already. Now was the time to try - she took a deep breath and dialled the number."Hi, hello, hi. I was calling regarding the receptionist role.""We already have receptionists.""I know, I came for an interview three weeks ago and I haven't heard back from you. I was wondering -""And you're calling only now?" She laughed and hang up.Clotie sat on the misty edge of the fountain. Looking at the palm trees, ivy and ferns that...
This story is a sequel to Little Something (I) and (II) that you can find on my page.6:29am. Finn stepped into the steam of the shower. He flipped the comb, threw it in the air, caught it with his other hand and combed the sides of his scalp. His abs had grown thicker overnight and he sprayed them with cactus & sandalwood freshness which burnt his skin, pleasurably, each time. He pressed play on his phone - Wasn't me by Shaggy was this song of the moment. He almost managed to slam at the same speed as the singer, with two more weeks of p...
The doors pinched her skirt as she stepped into the coach. The wrong one, of course. She pulled the frills out one by one, checking over her shoulder that nobody was watching - nobody was. Who would, anyway? One day, she would onboard the right coach, on time, like a responsible woman in her thirties. But for now, she needed a coffee. Juggling her tote bag, suitcase, coffee cup and laptop, her teeth holding tight onto her ticket, she progressed through the line of coaches. To her right, four free seats and a plug. Why bother longer...
This story is a sequel to Little Something (I), Ay, de mi Lorona and Gracias a la vida that you can find on my page.The inflating mushroom had disappeared. Erwin shook the book, and checked underneath the cabinet. Did the mushroom slip out when he wrapped it? He crawled towards the fridge and under the shelves. Nothing."A lady is asking for you." Ida was standing by the door, arms crossed. "Can't you arrange those meetings elsewhere? It's a working place here."Erwin rolled his eyes.Liz was staring at the decorations by the nougat counter whe...
Submitted to Contest #71
This story is a sequel to Ay, de mi Lorona that you can find on my page.Erwin parked his bike in front of the shop where, like every morning, Ida was cleaning the vitrine with soap and water. His mouth opened to apologise for the late but, as Ida sighed without looking at him, he knew she wouldn't understand.The chime tinkled in the empty shop. Behind sheer glass, silver trays displayed rainbows of sweets, pralines and butter creams. The smell of bitter cocoa, basil meringues and glossy berries reminded him, each time, that pastry chef was t...
Submitted to Contest #69
Eleanor pushed the table against the wall of the living room and threw a white linen cloth over it. She wiped the coffee cups and polished the numbers Brenna had painted in black on each of them to identify which cup was which. Seven in total. She crawled underneath the table to plug the small hob that would keep the Americano pot hot for the whole afternoon. Only the velvet cake was missing - judging from the smell floating out of the kitchen, it would be ready soon. She opened the window and stepped to the side as salt, sand, and pines not...
This story is a sequel to Gracias a la Vida and Sweeping Sun that you can find on my page.The tap water splashed Elleree's face and slid down her dry skin without effect. Her chin trembled and the corners of her mouth weighed down. The plane shook and she gripped the edge of the yellowed sink. A sob slipped out. And two, and three, and a couple more. She reached for more tissues.*****************"Excuse me, could you-" "No drinks for me. Thanks." Her neighbour groaned, without opening his eyes, and turned to the other side."Sorry, ...
Submitted to Contest #66
“Want some?”“I am fine, thanks. Chocolate makes me airsick.”“We are not flying anytime soon, believe me. 20min delay usually means two hours.”“Do you often fly to London?”“I used to. When I was doing my PhD there, my boyfriend used to lived here in Geneva - I traveled back and forth regularly. Never got there, or here, on time. Never.” Her shining burgundy nails pushed a chocolate ball into her mouth and her masculine jaws crunched it down. From the half-moon tattooed on her wrist, a scent of spicy pomegranate emanated and tickled Eller...
Submitted to Contest #65
Ay, de mi Llorona. The pencil lead scratched the grain of the paper steadily. The vault of the church should be slightly more rounded and her bitten nails pressed the pencil tight to correct the inaccuracy. She refined the perspective lines and sketched details at the top of the light-cream pillars. On the baroque clock that overlooked the empty nave from the semi-circular mezzanine, two arrows stretched with contained vanity. The tiny one pointing at 11, the other at 12. As Liz curled deeper onto the straw of her wooden chair, he...
Submitted to Contest #62
“And so, it goes…” Martin’s tongue stretched to the right corner of his mouth, parallel to the tie thrown over his shoulder. As he placed two more cards on the house, its shadow shivered on the table glass. “I’m self-impressed. Look at that.”Orso didn’t pay attention to him. Pacing by the panoramic window of their office on Purple Avenue, palms joined under his nose, he was running the calculation again. It worked. It worked perfectly. His neat fingers pianoed on the window frame and the sun sparked on his watch face. He admired the sporadic...
Tap, tap, tap. Drops tapped his forehead. His jeans were soaked, yet, under his numb arms a pumice stone stretched wide and dry. His lashes tilted. Up and upwards again, until his eyelids finally opened. The sky, up above, looked like it could crash down anytime. Rust stung the tip of his tongue. What the...“Come on buddy”, a voice echoed. Reno rolled onto his flank with pain. F*ck. He crawled up and smirked at the basalt emptiness around. Was that an escape game? Bring it on, Flavio. He smirked – bring it on. Voices broke loose in his ...
Submitted to Contest #61
“The library is closed today.” Her lips were painted with cherry cream. Her skin was soft, and her teeth shone bright. He deftly avoided her gaze as he stepped away from the entrance. She looked at him tenderly.“How can I help?” Her voice hadn’t changed. She hadn’t changed. Her red hair still waved at the back of her neck in a swift and calm motion. Perfectly defined, held up with golden clips. Her mother’s, if he remembered well. “I was looking for Mr. Roger.”, he said. Her cheeks weighted down and, as she retained a sigh, he...
Dragging her teddy bear into the fresh grass, Mikki tottered out of the house with semi-closed eyes. “This way, Mimi.”, a soft voice said.Mikki’s hand groped in the night, through the cloud of dark particles stinging her eyes. She stretched her chubby arm and squeaked as she started to lose balance. Thin fingers glided through her silky hair and she felt the grass being swallowed beneath her feet. Female hands drew her towards a round chest that smelled of peony and Mikki snuggled into its warmth. “No candles, no lights, no matches...
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