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Submitted to Contest #58
Elevator I thought the most important thing in the world was to get to the meeting on time, even though it was starting late in the day. Everyone was walking out of the building as I checked in with reception and they gave me directions to the meeting room. Going through the formalities seems to be expected, although I’d visited the company many times over the last few years and had a pass to get into their offices. Why the rush? There’s nothing that can’t wait until the next day, but everybody has to be so efficient these day...
Submitted to Contest #57
Goal by Henry Farley The team mumbled between themselves, not used to being put in such a difficult situation. The school scheduled the first team to play a crucial match at the weekend, and a win could send them to the top of the league table. This would be their last chance for a practice game before the big match. It would give them a springboard on which to develop their strengths and mask their weaknesses. “I’d rather play a man short,” said Colin, testily. “I know he won’t play the same as Mike but we’ll be using a zonal...
Submitted to Contest #55
This would be a good night. Getting past the security devices had been easy and it wouldn’t take long to find the safe. Alfie was a criminal, but he only robbed from individuals who could afford to accept the loss and probably had their valuables insured. Sir and Lady Manning could manage the loss. The safe was located inside one of the wardrobes of the main bedroom and made to look like part of the drawers. Yes, this would be simple. His day hadn’t started well. While having a leisurely meal with his partner Ra...
Submitted to Contest #54
Second Chance by Henry Farley I opened the door and saw a young teenager staring back at me. She was short, about five feet, with red hair, deep blue eyes, and a pale complexion with a few freckles on her cheeks and nose. The anxiety of coming to my door was plain to see on her face and trying to smile she said, “Hi.” “What do you want?” I replied gruffly, which cut short her smile and she chose the best words to continue. “I suppose you’ve been on the ale again, which is why you’re grumpy this morning.” The cheeky young mare? ...
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