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Submitted to Contest #71
I grabbed the sugar from the shelf, knocking over the flour. I was surrounded by billowing white clouds. Oh, great I thought. Hastily, I scooped up the fallen flecks of white. As if I have time for this, and the dustpan needs replacing. I should add that to the never- ending shopping list. Why were my hands still shaking? “Melt the butter, sugar and golden syrup over a low heat” I read the recipe aloud to myself, it helped me to concentrate. Phew. I’d remembered butter in the last supermarket trip. Grannie had always talked about how rea...
Submitted to Contest #70
Trigger warning: bullying Since Jake had arrived three months ago, slightly undernourished, bruised and neglected, John and Lisa had tried to ease him gently into the new family dynamic. The social worker had said that Jake had experienced some PTSD and that he would need a lot of time and space before he was ready to talk or open up. Lisa had fallen in love with him at first sight, his chestnut hair and pale face with scattered freckles that played over his skin had enchanted her. She’d longed to wrap him up in a warm hug. She...
Submitted to Contest #69
“Come with me!” She pleaded for the umpteenth time. I looked deep into the azure of her eyes, searching for something I could catch hold of, that would pull me in; something that would convince me beyond doubt that I needed to escape all that grated on my tired body and mind.‘All right then; give me six reasons why you should stay” Jenny demanded, hands on hips.“That’s easy. One: there’s the mortgage to pay. Two: who’s going to look after the cat? Three: John would never forgive me. Four: I hate flying. Five: Dad’s retiring soon.”Each explan...
Submitted to Contest #68
The glass seemed to fall in slow motion before shattering into crystal chards, decorating the uneaten croissant and the floor in carefree abandonment of who or what they hit. “Sorry, Chloe, I wanted to tell you sooner. I’m only nine weeks. It’s not public knowledge yet. It’s just our secret, well yours, mine and Tony’s of course,” Laura uttered as she started to carefully gather the broken glass. She was shaking a little, from the adrenaline, she supposed. She felt as though she was walking down from a very steep climb. She’d said it now. ...
Submitted to Contest #67
The Mind’s EyeBy Hannah GatesThe moist heat clung to the air like saturated cotton wool. The clouds of pewter grey loomed ominously as they devoured what was left of the baby blue sky. I checked for the tickets, still there in a sweaty pocket, and handed Jimmy a hurried sandwich, a late lunch as we had not anticipated the traffic. Jams had been caused by an accident with an overturned, roadside coconut stall.“Where did my shadow go, Mum?” asked Jimmy, his five-year-old voice struggling to climb the crowded, stifling air. Looking down, my eye...
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