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Submitted to Contest #254
After battling through Brighton’s Saturday evening traffic, Phil was relieved to find that there were plenty of spaces in the trader’s car park. He guided his white Citroen Berlingo van into a space next to a row of expansive blue and white marquees.He was delivering seven sides of venison, eight shoulders of lamb and three whole pig carcasses. They were for the carvery section of the Old Steine Regency Fayre. Taking place on The Level, the large municipal park just behind the gothic St Peter’s Church in the centre of town.After searching fo...
Submitted to Contest #253
Ivan was parked up in his Mercedes E-Class on Ropemaker’s Fields. Just opposite The Grapes public house, owned by Sir Ian McKellen. From his seat he admired the pub’s classic, frosted glass front door and windows. Ivan wished he were inside as he often was. Enjoying a pint of Guinness in front of the roaring fire. At one o’clock in the morning, it was actually far too late for any customers to be drinking in the pub. And he was pretty sure it wasn’t the sort of pub that did lock-ins. He took a greedy bite of his large chicken shawarma sandwi...
Submitted to Contest #251
Jack shouldered open the half-glass, leaded front door of the Old Coffee House pub on the corner of Beak Street and Marshall Street, Soho. As the door opened wider a riot of noise hit his ears. As Jack glanced around the red, sticky-carpeted bar, inhaling its heavy fug of lager and real ale, he was dismayed to find that there was not a single empty table to be had anywhere. Not only that, but all the spaces between the tables were also filled by yapping punters, many the worse for drink. Jack guessed that there must be some event going on in...
Submitted to Contest #250
An ear-splitting ‘crack!’ filled the air as they hit the stone jetty. The tiny rowing boat split in two as if it were balsa wood. The black water swallowed both halves up with a reptilian slurp. Max and Steve fell backwards with a splash and found themselves neck deep in the water of the large lake. ‘Shit. That’s the spliff gone out,’ said Max. ‘Never mind the spliff,’ panicked Steve, ‘what about the boat? If we get caught, they’re going to kill us!’. The two friends waded and swam to the side of the lake and hoisted themselves on to the ten...
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