Estelle Westley

“Megan's Revenge - Part Three” by Estelle Westley

M & M - Part One Jealousy Makes You Evil - Part Two Megan set her GPS for home, it showed that it was a 12 hour trip of 1200 km. She had to do this in two days. In a strange mood, she engaged the speed control of her car to 115 kmp. She didn't want to be stopped for speeding. She knew her thoughts were running rampant after her deliberately pushing the bookend off the shelf in Mae's house. She felt calm, yet on edge. She felt vindictive, satisfied, angry and happy all at the same time. A long and arduous trip lay ahead. A...

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“Jealousy Makes You Evil” by Estelle Westley

Continued from M & M "Do you have a place to stay while you are here?" Mae asked as they sat on the beach watching the tide come in. "You are more than welcome to crash in my spare bedroom for a night or two but I have to get back to work so you will be on your own." Still the same Mae, thinks Megan. Always willing to help, never holds a grudge. Can I ever be like that? "Thanks Mae, I don't want to put you out. I have always wanted to do a trip along the Garden Route and then I remember someone telling me you were in Herold's Bay. ...

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“M & M” by Estelle Westley

"You have to eat your ice-cream before it melts if you buy it in cone form. I think you should have ordered yours in a cup!"Startled, Mae was brought back to the present. She felt someone blotting out her sun. All she wanted to do was spend a day in the sun. She thought of Herold's Bay beach as her own and here was some stranger remarking on what was obviously happening to her and her ice-cream. She had spent the day on her beach engrossed in her book. Mae placed her bookmark on the page she was reading and slowly closed it, thinking of...

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“My Proposal” by Estelle Westley

Submitted to Contest #50

Lacy looked much older than what she was. In fact, she felt much older than what she was. What had happened these eighteen years for everything to be so drastically different now. When Robert had asked to marry me all those years ago, I was on cloud nine. There were great expectations of the life ahead with wonderful dreams. A house where Robert would come home to each evening. Two rosy cheeked kids - one girl and one boy of course - laughing and running to their Daddy who embraced them and showered them with kisses. The aroma of a fine di...

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“Lilly's Lair” by Estelle Westley

Submitted to Contest #50

  Bart walked slowly up the driveway of his parent's home. He had always loved this place. This was where he had grown up. This was where he felt most safe. Bart had been away four years now as he fulfilled one contract after another on oil rigs in the North Sea. His life fell apart when Becky had died in a car accident and all he could think of was to get as far away from everything that reminded him of her and their life they had together. When Becky had died Bart's mother had stepped in to look after Lilly. Lilly was then only fo...

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“An Encounter - Estelle Westley” by Estelle Westley

Submitted to Contest #49

"Hi sonny - where are you off to?" Drat my luck to find Mrs Henderson here at this moment. He had heard of Mrs. Henderson. Darren rolls his eyes but not so that Mrs Henderson can see it. There are some folk that steer clear of her when she starts jabbering. She sits with her shopping bag folded on her lap and looks at her watch. Darren had to take the bus today, his car wouldn't start. "Down town." replies Darren. Trying not to be too talkative but still polite. He didn't want to start a lengthy conversation. "To do what, sonny?" ...

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“The Grand Old Lady.” by Estelle Westley

Submitted to Contest #47

There is a puff of smoke in the distance, I hear a rumble along the tracks, then the whistle - a warning that a train is approaching. At the bend in the track I see the outline of the approaching steam train. She is beautiful and majestic and her driver is proudly leaning out the window. A smile on his face.  Along the platform the passengers chat about the trip at hand. It will be a week of chugging through the forests, up into the mountains. Stopping at villages and admiring breathtaking scenery. Everyone wants to remember this histor...

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“Just Perfect” by Estelle Westley

Submitted to Contest #42

 As far back as I can remember, Grandma Bailie never wasted anything.I loved her with all my heart and spent every moment I possible could with her because she had so many beautiful stories to tell.She lived with everything in abundance as a young girl but her parents made her account for every penny spent and every moment lived. Their thinking was that just because you were privileged did not mean you were allowed to be wasteful."Time and money should not be wasted Emma!' was a phrased used often in their household.Then just before the...

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“Had To Do It.” by Estelle Westley

Submitted to Contest #40

  It was 2:30 in the morning. Susan was woken by a phone call from a supposed acquaintance of her sister, Veronica. "Come quickly Veronica fall down stair - She hurt - broken a leg!'How many more times was Susan supposed to bail her younger sister out of trouble. 'Who are you and where is Veronica?''I send you address - you come quick!' and the phone went dead.Susan pulled on her coat and slipped her feet into her boots. How many more times am I going to do this for you Veronica? She thought to herself. I am so tired...

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“A Little Bit Of Heaven.” by Estelle Westley

Submitted to Contest #39

Jake and Emma sat on the jetty with a bottle of Chardonnay between them. Their feet dangling in the water. The beauty of the silence made their hearts peaceful.The night was so brightly lit with stars that they had made their way from the main building with no flashlight.'Do you remember the first time we set foot here on the farm?' Emma asked. 'We were glared at by the agent when we insisted on walking down to the river. There were no roads so we had to hike through the shrubs and forest for many kilometres and the agent was not amused when...

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“Two's Company” by Estelle Westley

Submitted to Contest #38

He is later than usual but as I am the last person to always know, what does he care. Sometimes I wonder why I am here. He rarely takes any notice of me.I suppose I can't complain. I have it pretty comfortable here, much better than Ginger next door. I feel for her. She has really lengthy spells where she is all alone. I really don't mind her coming over and sharing with me. I hear his car now, let's see how long it takes for him to notice that I'm around or will I have to be the one to make first contact.Entering his modern little town...

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“The Nephew.” by Estelle Westley

Submitted to Contest #37

With the crisp air chilling her cheeks, Amanda picked up her step as she made her way to the coffee bar. This had become a morning ritual, but today she was enjoying the walk even more. The sun was out and the air was clean.She took up her favourite spot, the table overlooking the trimmed lawns that ran down to the lake. This morning there was a buzz in the air and more coffee addicts around than usual, creating a buzz that annoyed Amanda.Sally put a coffee in front of Amanda, she never changed her morning ritual of coffee first and then a s...

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