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Submitted to Contest #241
“Hi, I just wanted to message to say I’m really upset you have unfriended me on Facebook.” There was no answer at first. Two hours later. “I just don’t think we have much in common.” “How can you say that? We both liked that post about growing up in Manchester in the 70s.” Three hours later. “Which post was that?” “The post with the buses on. The old buses that we used to have in the 70s. You must remember them. The old buses. You liked that post.” “Did I?” “Yes you did. And you liked that post about Kate Bush. I used to love Kate Bush.” “I ...
Submitted to Contest #240
I will always remember Christmas Day a few years ago. I thought it was going to be a normal Christmas.The story really starts on Christmas Eve just before lunchtime. I did always hope it would be a white Christmas but today was just a typical December day, cold, wet and windy but no sign of snow. I stopped by the post box and dropped three late Christmas cards through the slot. I knew they would arrive late. But I would have felt guilty if I hadn’t sent them. As I turned round to head home a sudden gust of wind blew a piece of paper into my ...
“You mean we are trapped here?” “I’m sorry inspector. I have tried. I just haven’t been able to get through to the mainland. I can’t get a signal.” “Aye, sergeant, I feared as much. So that means we are trapped in this lighthouse, miles from the mainland in the middle of Storm Florence with six scout leaders, one of whom is almost certainly a murderer.” “Almost certainly, inspector?” “Aye, I think we can rule out suicide as the dead lighthouse-keeper was shot through the back and then had his head chopped off with a ceremonial sword before b...
Submitted to Contest #239
I woke early and came downstairs. The house was cold as the central heating had only just come on but I couldn’t be bothered to go back upstairs to get my new dressing gown. I looked for my old dressing gown. It was under the hoover in the utility room. I put it on but realised there was a half-eaten mince pie in one pocket. In the kitchen I made myself a cup of tea and then half-asleep I shuffled into the lounge and started to look at the half-finished jigsaw again. We always did a big jigsaw over Christmas. It was a tradition, like havi...
“Grandfather, what was it actually like to be an ordinary soldier in the First World War?” It was the question that I had always wanted to ask him. Finally I had the opportunity. I’d seen some photos and letters from that time and they had increased my desire to find out more. But I wasn’t sure if I would ever meet him. I had never had the opportunity to spend any time with him before today. But now I had the chance to ask the question, the question that had always fascinated me. “I don’t like to talk about it, lad,” he replied. “I was r...
Submitted to Contest #238
“Goodbye darling, I’m sorry but…” She seemed to be getting upset. She was almost in tears. Then she walked out of the house. She was leaving me. I felt like weeping but I couldn’t. Why had she gone? Why had she abandoned me? What had I done wrong? I had so many questions but she didn’t explain why she was going. I always tried so hard to communicate with her but usually I felt she wasn’t even trying to communicate with me. Perhaps I knew in my heart that one day this would happen. My happiness couldn’t last for ever, could it? Mmmm. Yes, I...
Submitted to Contest #237
Our first kiss? Yes, our first kiss was in the rehearsal room. It was a beautiful, magical moment. Never to be forgotten. What a kiss! She had wonderful red hair. Her skin was perfect. She was an angel. Every time I was close to her there was electricity between us. We kissed exactly 17 times. It must be almost 50 years ago but I can remember that first kiss so clearly. My first term at university. My second play after a brief cameo in a brilliant production of Twelfth Night. The director had set the play in 1930s Chicago. It was sold out ...
We started to communicate by email just a few weeks after I joined the Facebook group. We just hit it off. We seemed to have so much in common. I knew she was a bit nervous about giving me her email address but I explained that it would be safer and more secure than using the messenger function on Facebook. For me it felt that we were moving to a new stage in our relationship. Friends? More than friends? Friday 6.23pm I had to change a lightbulb this morning. It is the first time since John died. He always used to change the lightbulbs. H...
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