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Submitted to Contest #266
I hang up the phone and sigh. Calls with Lionel, my agent, always have that effect. Lionel, the man who got me my first break - I owe him for that, and now I owe him my third novel, the third instalment of the lives and loves of Lottie Summers and her trivial adventures in the land of passion and romance. But it sells, and the first two books were a hit in the airports, with thousands of copies making their way to sun-soaked beaches and swimming pools. Whether they’ll ever get nominated for a Booker prize is debatable...
Submitted to Contest #265
Sophia waited anxiously in the damp dusk of the bus stop. She longed for the warmth of home, but first she had to face her brother, a brother she hadn’t spoken to for almost four decades. The thought was repugnant, but the visit was unavoidable. Her day, like the day before and those before that, had been spent working through the papery remnants of her recently deceased parents. The drawers and boxes of policies and documents from a lifetime of signatures, agreements and purchases. The trinkets and memories of ...
Submitted to Contest #264
The silver Porsche tore along sun-soaked country lanes, passing farmhouses and fields, Eva couldn’t believe this turn of events. She shot a glance across at her companion as he guided the car, his profile set against the countryside as it flashed by, his dark blue suit, immaculate shirt and cuff-links, she felt as though she were in a film. Eva smoothed out her skirt and took a deep breath. That morning, She’d been at the local market shopping for supplies for the meal she was cooking for Jordan that evening. In her late tw...
Submitted to Contest #262
Work finally over, Molly scrambled her belongings together, aimed a fleeting goodbye in the direction of her colleagues, and left the office. She’d forgotten her girlfriend Grace’s birthday and though Grace hadn’t said anything that morning, Molly wanted to make it up to her with a special evening. Molly spiralled down the stairs, out of the building and practically tumbled into the street, pulling her tote bag over her right shoulder as she managed to get her left arm into her coat sleeve. She checked her watch, determined...
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