Julian Race

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Charlie and the pound coins:” by Julian Race

Submitted to Contest #104

Are you coming tonight came the dulcet tones of the local beautician hoping to confirm another victim’s presence to her widely publicised lip inflator party being held later that day. No came the sharp reply whose voice I recognised to be my neighbour albeit heard through the open top window of my double glazed front room window. I’ll speak to you later was her final words as her garage door slammed shut...

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“The School Sports Day, a memoire........” by Julian Race

Submitted to Contest #102

A sad but true account written in memory of lost friends............. The date is imprinted on my mind, 14th July 1972. It was a Friday, it was a warm sunny day, but the worst thing about such a fine sunny day was that it was going to be ruined. Why, because it was the school sports day. I hated school sports day because I am not the type of person who likes to be at the forefront...

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“The Fosse or the Fly?” by Julian Race

Submitted to Contest #100

I remember that very first evening feeling feverish, sweat running down my back leaving the telltale damp patch down the centre of my clean shirt. I was unfortunately seated close to a crackling oak log fire which didn’t help matters, but I was too polite, too English to ask to move to another seat. My hand trembled as I reached out to select a few potato crisps and soft cheese apericube...

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“The School Sports Day, a memoire........” by Julian Race

Submitted to Contest #99

A sad but true account written in memory of lost friends.............The date is imprinted on my mind, 14th July 1972. It was a Friday, it was a warm sunny day, but the worst thing about such a fine sunny day was that it was going to be ruined. Why, because it was the school sports day.I hated school sports day because I am not the type of person who likes to be at the forefront of attention and as I was to take part in the event, for me it was a day of dread!The da...

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“The Great Wall” by Julian Race

Submitted to Contest #95

The house we owned in France was edged, land wise by our nearest neighbour, Christian, whose farmhouse was some 3 km’s away. Christian would wave at me and my wife as he passed along the public lane in his trusty old Ford tractor leaving a cloud of black diesel smoke behind him. One Sunday, we were having lunch alfresco with a couple of French friends Patrick and his wife Blandine. We were about to sample...

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Author bio

Refuse to pay to enter a challenge when I have more chance of kissing the Pope! So I'm afraid, I'm outta here! I write to make people smile, if you are not one of them it may be because of the Botox or you just don't get my humour!