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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, a...

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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 mo...

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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. ...

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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 ...

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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.  <...

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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, bu...

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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...

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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, a...

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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 jus...

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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 mo...

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“BROUGHT TO BOOK” by Martin Cambridge

Submitted to Contest #91

   Jim Roberts thought about the Church. He thought of when he and his wife had joined. That had been many years ago, when their children were small. He remembered that she had always been more active than him, "She seemed to change from being a teacher in Relief Society to being a teacher in Primary nearly every year." He wondered why he had never been as active, just a Home Teacher, w...

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“Computer Pointer” by Martin Cambridge

Submitted to Contest #82

"What are you doing, honey ?" "My boss wants this typing ready for early tomorrow morning, for the important presentation he has to make. He has made many corrections and additions. I didn't want to stay late at work, so I told him I would put it on a floppy disk, take it home and finish it on the word processor there." "Was he surprised to hear that you had a word processor at home ?" "Yes, he w...

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“On her own” by Martin Cambridge

Submitted to Contest #81

She woke up, in the middle of the night. She slowly reached out her hand to his side of the bed. His side was empty, and cold.   I want to wake up and feel his warmth, and listen to his slow, regular breathing. Now there is silence, horrible, cold silence. I had hoped it was just a bad dream, but now I know it really has happened, and that I am now truly on my own. He used to say that rest is almost as good as s...

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