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Submitted to Contest #160
Through cracked, dry lips, Clay whistled to Meg, his trusty old sheepdog, and shouted his instruction for her to “get in behind”. She circled slowly and cautiously around the sheep, who seemed dazed and confused as they scattered in chaos. Meg panted as she ran behind them in an attempt to contain them.Clay could taste the grit as it formed in the corner of his mouth. He pulled the brim of his hat down to protect his eyes from the scorching sun, as sweat trickled down his forehead, mixing with dust to form channels that ran into the crevice...
Submitted to Contest #100
Tom pushed open the double doors to Oakdale Rest Home and waved at Carole, the receptionist. It was always a treat to see her, as you would never know what to expect. All the residents loved her, and she was a cheery part of their lives. This week her hair was cut short and spiky and was magenta pink. She wore a lilac nylon smock with her name tag, ‘Carole’ pinned to her chest. A bright yellow buttercup had been pushed through the back of the pin and its now wilted petals drooped over the oak emblem that was embroidered on the pocket below.“...
Submitted to Contest #99
It was the longest day of the year, one that never seems to end, for me, anyway… 21 June 2021, 4.43 a.m., and I was sitting on the wall, as I did every year, watching and waiting for the sun to rise above the horizon from its long slumber. The lone seagull gave a piercing squawk as it glided across the water towards the glistening slithers of light. Dylan wouldn’t be here today, as he’d been on this day for the past 10 years, apart from last year of course, as we’d been in lockdown. Wherever Dylan might have been in his world as a profess...
Submitted to Contest #52
HEAD IN THE CLOUDS:It was March 2003, and we’d just moved to Colorado from California, to be closer to my parents. My father had been unwell so we’d made the decision to move closer so that we could help support my mother. We’d only been there a week, so we’d had a busy time moving in and making our new home comfortable and livable.I remember the day clearly; it was a Monday morning. My plan was to drop the kids off to their new school and then call mom to tell her that I would be there for lunch and I would be surprising them with a treat, ...
You never know what life has to offer you. In fact, I think it was Forrest Gump that said, ‘Life is like a box of chocolates… you don’t know what you’re gonna get.’ I’d just got home from the grocery store and was unpacking the vegetables neatly in the vegetable compartment when I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I went to the window to see who it could be? I wasn’t expecting anyone to visit or expecting my husband home so early. Peeping behind the blinds, I saw two burly men in gray suits get out of a police car. They looked very off...
DOUBLE TAKE Jake Heath hung his jacket on the metal hook behind the cabin door and headed straight for the fridge. Pulling out a can of coke he pulled the tab and threw it on top of the formica table that sat in the center of the room. He took a bite from a shriveled cold sausage left over from the early morning fry-up, then washed it down with the creamy froth that rose in bubbles to the to the top of the can. Johnny Munroe came in behind him and threw his oilskin coat over the wooden hard-backed chair. Heading straight to the fridge he ...
Submitted to Contest #29
“It’s too late.” Susan slapped her hand on the table and pulled her hand through her short black hair leaving it spiked and unruly.“Come on Sue,” said Stu. He reached across the table trying to take her hand. “I do love you, you know. I made a stupid mistake. What more can I say?”“Don’t touch me. You’ve hurt me more than you will ever know. What about the kids? Didn’t you even think of them?”Stu looked down at his hands, weathered and dry. She’d touched a sore point; he loved his kids. He reached for the bunch of keys, jingling them on...
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