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Submitted to Contest #48
“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?” these four words boomed ferociously out across the kitchen. Emanating as it did from about waist height, the retort was most disconcerting. Not a scream, not a question, more a command, no, a demand. A demand of purest outrage. All the more penetrating, not just because of the sheer volume of it, but more so because of the timbre of the voice in which it travelled. My daughter Jessica was seven years old, nearly eight. With a Shirley Temple face framed by a tangle of blond, loosely waving hair, she generally look...
Submitted to Contest #46
It was a Friday in June. The winter sun was clear and cold, but the gas fire in the sunroom leant a pleasant warmth to the day. I had done a fair afternoon’s work. Well, I had spent a fair few hours in concerted effort. That is to say I had stared at the computer screen for a long and pointless time. That is almost the same thing. I needed to reframe my perspective. Perhaps if I were to stretch back onto the couch and close my eyes, but just for a moment. A door closed with a bang, so I guess that I reasoned that someone must have also just ...
Submitted to Contest #43
My 28 year old son and I sit comfortably, crowded onto a rear facing seat, midway between the doors. Our train is swaying it’s way to the MCG. Essendon is playing Melbourne. Across the narrow aisle is a grey haired old man and, I guess, his eight year old grandson. The boy is all questions and his grandfather is an endless well of patient answers.That use to be me once. At one time I had the answers to all the questions too. When he was that age, Redmond had unquestioning confidence in my knowledge and abilities. Now, it is I who leaves it t...
Submitted to Contest #42
Trigger warning: This story contains discussion of suicide He was sitting on the blue stone sea wall below the Point Ormond navigation marker, looking out over the bay. At that moment in time I could have paid him more attention. He might just have been waiting for someone, or perhaps he was having a rest after a walk, even thinking out his plans for the evening to come. Instead I let it be. I walk past here most every day. It is my routine, even if the timing is irregular. Morning, afternoon or night, it makes little difference, as long as ...
Submitted to Contest #33
“So, will you invite me up?” The question hung like a pensive red house brick floating in the silence between them.*Up to the age of twelve her life had been ordinary. Just one girl amongst many. High school changed all that. Her girlfriends all began the inevitable transformation that her body somehow refused. They grew taller and curvier. Their very skin announcing to the world their departure from childhood. Her one time peers now even smelt different. Not that she was spared the inconvenience of maturity. No, her body gave her nubil...
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