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“"Parallel Time"” by Martin Cambridge

     Superb ! This new motorbike is so much better than the old one, more power and more responsive, and today is ideal for a bike ride, cloudy but dry. See how easy it is to overtake this lorry, and get back into my lane, well before the top of the hill.  "Oh, no !" I shout, braking hard, "Get out of the way !"     Blackness. Silence.     Now I’m back on the road, on a different motorbike, and this road is different, in a different countryside, and now the weather is...

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“Trudy's Baby” by Martin Cambridge

A man ? He looks a bit lost. I wonder if he has come to join the group. "Hello. Are you looking for the singles group ?""Yes. I saw in the council newsletter that there are walks here in the Country Park on Tuesday afternoons, for singles, but are you the only one ?""No, there are normally about eight or nine of us, usually all ladies. Ah, here comes our leader, with her clipboard. She'll want you to sign in, then hand the board to me, for me to sign in. I'm Vaniella." A man, yes, but time to be careful.&...

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“Addiction” by Martin Cambridge

Volanne could not sleep. Neither could she decide what to do. My big sister is eight years older than me, and she is always warning me to be careful. It's alright for her, doing everything in what she thinks is the right, and only, order. You meet a man, you date, you fall in love, you get engaged, you marry, your wedding night is your first time, and later you have children.   Eventually Volanne went to sleep.   Volanne woke up in the morning, with her head filled with ideas. Of course, big sis...

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“Parallel Time” by Martin Cambridge

     Superb ! This new motorbike is so much better than the old one, more power and more responsive, and today is ideal for a bike ride, cloudy but dry. See how easy it is to overtake this lorry, and get back into my lane, well before the top of the hill.  "Oh, no !" I shout, braking hard, "Get out of the way !"     Blackness. Silence.     Now I’m back on the road, on a different motorbike, and this road is different, in a different countryside, and now the weather is...

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“The Box” by Martin Cambridge

The box was always kept under the dining room table, and the table was against the wall. My mother would get it out, and stand on it, when she wanted to dust the top of the curtains. My earliest memory of the box, is when I was about four years old. My mother had gone out, and I remember pushing the box into the kitchen. I used the box to stand on, to reach the shelf where the biscuits were kept. I took some biscuits, and then I pushed the box back under the table. I don't think my mother ever knew.   ...

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“Should I divorce her ?” by Martin Cambridge

I wake up early, before the alarm rings. It's useless trying to get any more sleep, since all I can think about is my wife, now my unfaithful wife. To divorce, or not divorce, that is the question. Will it really be nobler to be in the right, and to divorce ? Will the satisfaction of knowing that I did nothing wrong, be worth spending the rest of my life on my own, with no one at home to talk to, especially at weekends, and having to be so careful about not hurting myself or getting ill ? And what will our daughter t...

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“Parallel Time” by Martin Cambridge

     Superb ! This new motorbike is so much better than the old one, more power and more responsive, and today is ideal for a bike ride, cloudy but dry. See how easy it is to overtake this lorry, and get back into my lane well before the top of the hill.  "Oh, no !" I shout, braking hard, "Get out of the way !"     Blackness. Silence.     Now I’m back on the road, on a different motorbike, and this road is different, in a different countryside, and now the weathe...

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“Addiction” by Martin Cambridge

Volanne could not sleep. Neither could she decide what to do. My big sister is eight years older than me, and she is always warning me to be careful. It's alright for her, doing everything in what she thinks is the right, and only, order. You meet a man, you date, you fall in love, you get engaged, you marry, your wedding night is your first time, and later you have children.   Eventually Volanne went to sleep.   Volanne woke up in the morning, with her head filled with ideas. Of course, big...

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“Should I divorce her ?” by Martin Cambridge

I wake up early, before the alarm rings. It's useless trying to get any more sleep, since all I can think about is my wife, now my unfaithful wife. To divorce, or not divorce, that is the question. Will it really be nobler to be in the right, and to divorce ? Will the satisfaction of knowing that I did nothing wrong, be worth spending the rest of my life on my own, with no one at home to talk to, especially at weekends, and having to be so careful about not hurting myself or getting ill ? And what will our daughter t...

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“Addiction” by Martin Cambridge

Volanne could not sleep. Neither could she decide what to do. My big sister is eight years older than me, and she is always warning me to be careful. It's alright for her, doing everything in what she thinks is the right, and only, order. You meet a man, you date, you fall in love, you get engaged, you marry, your wedding night is your first time, and later you have children. Eventually Volanne got to sleep.   Volanne woke up in the morning, with her head filled with ideas. Of course, big sister h...

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“Street Cleaners” by Martin Cambridge

Submitted to Contest #105

As the priest walked from one side of the church to the other, he nodded at the statue and silently offered thanks for being the priest in this church, even if it was only in a poor town in a poor country. He had been at this church for six years, but it was quite a comfortable living, in spite of the town being far away from the regional capital. He knew he was lucky and that there were many poor people in his town, but he did not have to worry about this, as his mission was far higher - to save souls. Although the town ...

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“The Box” by Martin Cambridge

Submitted to Contest #103

The box was always kept under the dining room table, which was against the wall. My mother would get it out and stand on it when she wanted to dust the top of the curtains. My earliest memory of the box is when I was about four years old. My mother had gone out and I remember pushing the box into the kitchen. I used the box to stand on to reach the shelf where the biscuits were kept. I took some biscuits and then pushed the box back under the table. I don't think my mother ever knew.   I have an older...

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“Ananias and Sapphira - a prequel” by Martin Cambridge

"Eat up, or it will get cold. Why are you waiting ?" "I was praying, Ananias." "Oh, Sapphira, to your new god, the one they crucified. Do the dead hear the prayers of the living ?" "He is not dead. He is alive. He has been resurrected. Peter, and others, have seen him." "Ah, yes, the uneducated fisherman. Look, we may not like the Romans, but we do have to admire the way they do things, and if there is one thing that they are particularly good at, it is changing men into meat. They make sure that there ...

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“The Back-up Dancer” by Martin Cambridge

Submitted to Contest #97

There she goes again. She thinks that because she is the lead dancer, she can do whatever she likes. Where is she going this time ? If she catches the Covid virus, she will have to self-isolate, and then I, her backup dancer, will have to take her place in the show. And it is not just one performance, but the show continues, without a live audience of course, for every day over Christmas and into the New Year. But I just want a rest. All this changing of the Covid rules, seemingly from day to day, is getting me ...

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“Parallel Time” by Martin Cambridge

Submitted to Contest #96

     Superb ! This new motorbike is so much better than the old one, more power and more responsive, and today is ideal for a bike ride, cloudy but dry. See how easy it is to overtake this lorry, and get back into my lane well before the top of the hill.  "Oh, no !" I shout, braking hard, "Get out of the way !"     Blackness. Silence.     Now I’m back on the road, on a different motorbike, and this road is different, in a different countryside, and now the weathe...

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