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Submitted to Contest #95
“Granny, do you think I should marry Roger?” Ella’s grandmother looks up from her knitting and regards her granddaughter. “Has he asked you?” Life has never seemed brighter since the day Ella and Roger first saw each other. Happiness cast a golden glow around the young couple as their eyes met across the room in a crowded KFC; the clamour of the customers sounded sweeter than birdsong; and even the pouring rain outside couldn’t dampen their delight at having found each other. It seemed like the perfect fairy tale – but happy endings rare...
Submitted to Contest #88
There was once a boy and his name was Will. He lived with his grandmother in a tiny cottage in a village in Ireland, and the tales that boy could tell! “Why are you late for school, Willie?” the schoolmaster would ask. And Will would make his eyes big and round as he replied that he had been on his way to school, but the Little Folk had enticed him to play truant and spend the day skipping about the meadows with them instead. Or his grandmother would want to know where he had been all day when she sent him for a pail of buttermilk at firs...
Submitted to Contest #86
In a land far away, where the sun always shone in summer and the snow was crisp and cold in winter, a man and his wife were making their way through the forest in a light carriage drawn by two coal black horses. Moonlight gleamed through the bare branches of the trees; and in the distance, the faint howl of a wolf floated on the still night air. Then twigs cracked as a large, bearded man stepped through the beeches and approached the conveyance. The horses pul...
Submitted to Contest #85
TW: infant death As soon as I see the antique cradle, I know I have to have it. “Look, honey,” I say excitedly to my husband, pointing to the laptop screen. “Won’t this be perfect for the baby?” “Local estate sales,” he reads out loud. “Sweetheart, I thought we agreed we were going to go with a bassinet. My mom’s already picked out one she wants to buy for us.” “But this one’s so pretty,” I argue. “It’s solid oak and it dates back to the 1880s. And think how much the baby will love the rocking motion.” I can tell by his face that he’s not co...
Submitted to Contest #83
As the mournful sound of a violin floated across the water, Brigid turned to her sweetheart. “Will you hear that?” she asked him. Donal looked at her blankly. “Sure, and isn’t that the most lovely music!” she replied, letting go of his hand and following the haunting strain. Mist descended over the lake, a fine, grey, cobwebby thing that hid the shadowy figure with the violin. Thin, bony fingers clutched the bow and stroked the strings until they moaned; and as each note rose into the air, the wind grew colder until the lake began to fre...
Submitted to Contest #74
“The first step,” the salesperson said smoothly, “is to choose which of our ‘Afterlife’ packages best suits your needs.” Gavin stared at the bewildering array of thumbnails in front of him: ‘Millennium Plus’, ‘Ten Perfect Months’ and ‘The Best Ten Minutes Ever’ were all equally baffling. “Perhaps you could walk me through some of your best sellers?” he hazarded. “C...
Blanche Sheringham sank down upon the bed in the chamber she had retreated to, shaking with fear. She realised now that she was in a more perilous situation than she would have been had she remained alone on the moor. Henry Devereaux, the man who had seemed so kind and courteous, was not her host but her captor. Oh, he had not said so, but his implication had been clear when he had commented that they had “all the time in the world to get to know each other.” She shivered, thinking of the number of times his fingers had already stroked her s...
Blanche wondered if she were dreaming. Not only had her brother, Richard, attempted to make her the prize in a game of dice, but she was now being carried to the stables so that she could escape the fate awaiting her. Will spoke urgently, his breath hot against her ear. “You can’t stay here, Blanche. Your brother won’t take no for an answer: he doesn’t care who has you as long as he doesn’t need to be responsible for you anymore.” They had reached the stables. Will set her down gently, still hanging onto her. “Are you strong enough to ride...
Josiah gripped the pen feebly in his right hand, ink spattering across the page. With a supreme effort, he dragged the nib into something resembling his signature, then sank back onto his pillows, defeated. “Fetch the boy,” he croaked hoarsely. But by the time the servants had dragged Master Richard from his gaming table, the old man was already dead. * Blanche sat, statue-like, at the polished mahogany table, scarcely able to believe what she was hearing. Her father had left the estate to Richard – well, that was to be expected since he...
Submitted to Contest #56
Ellie gazed about her with exasperation. She had travelled almost a hundred miles to come and visit her friend in the care home – sitting for almost forty minutes in non-moving traffic whilst muttering to herself, “Oh dear! I shall be late!” – and now Violet seemed to be asleep. She looked once more at the slumbering form, slumped in an armchair and surrounded by other, equally dotty, old people. Should she try to wake her? Was it like waking a sleeping baby who would cry for hours on end once its dreams were disturbed? “She’ll be out for ...
I sit on a vinyl covered chair, my gaze resting on the tiny form in the clear, Perspex cot. It’s not really a cot – more a box on top of a trolley. Wires dangle from a bleeping machine that measures my baby’s heart rate and tracks the oxygen saturation levels in his blood. He looks heartbreakingly fragile, his clothes dangling off a body too tiny to fill them out; his sparrow-thin legs like little twigs. A cannula attached to his skull delivers life-sustaining ‘maintenance’: a sugar and water solution that is helping to keep him alive. I wat...
“Can I come over?” Lizzie asks as I answer the phone. “I’ve got some really exciting news.” It’s easy to guess that this news probably has something to do with a boyfriend – Lizzie’s twenty-four and she’s never had much luck with men until now; but the way her voice fizzes tells me that she’s found someone special, and I have a feeling she wants to come round and tell me all about him. * It’s almost seven when the doorbell rings. I open the door, my face already wreathed in a smile at the thought of seeing Lizzie happy, and then I falter ...
First of all, let me make it clear that I’m not one of those people who does online dating. I’ve heard of ‘Tinder’ – most of the young singles at work use it – and I know you have to ‘swipe’ right or left if you like the look of someone; but meeting a complete stranger for a date just isn’t me. I do, however, have a sort-of-blind-date for this Friday. Steve, a guy who recently joined my work team, has asked me out. Well, I think he’s asked me out. It could be a date or it could just be a two-people-who-happen-to-be-single-at-the-same-time-an...
Submitted to Contest #55
Sidney was the only one who could see the elephant in the room. All around him, people sipped wine or nibbled hors d’oeuvres, grateful for their first opportunity to mingle in a social gathering (whilst retaining a 2 metres distance from anyone else of course). Conversation ranged from the usual banalities concerning the weather (“So hot ... Marvellous for the strawberries ... Could do with a bit of rain now, though”), family life (“Of course, the kids are completely feral by now after missing so much school – every day, I feel us getting c...
Dolores Clayberg taps quietly on the unassuming front door, hoping that she hasn’t been followed. Seconds later, the door inches open and a voice whispers “Password?” “Gucci.” It’s a ridiculous password, but some of the others had insisted they needed a link with their everyday selves and so this simple five-letter word has become their entry ticket to a sleazy world where they indulge in their most shameful pleasure away from the judgemental gaze of anyone else who knows them. Dolores struggles now to remember which one of her fellow secr...
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