Soraya Raza

“Mary and Martha” by Soraya Raza

Submitted to Contest #27

Mary and Martha had long been friends, the best of friends and some even said sister. Mary could not see it herself. She had always been quiet, plain, mousy and shy. Martha had been taller, even when they were kids, blonder and more popular. They met on day 1 of school, at the canteen in fact when they had both reached for the last muffin. Mary remembers touching Martha's hand by accident. 'Mine' Martha affirmed, trying to grab the muffin from the cabinet, ' Finders, Keepers' said Mary, lowering her gaze as if she were not worthy of look...

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“I love you, but” by Soraya Raza

Submitted to Contest #25

Christmas was coming up and Patty dreaded the period. Another dinner, family, friends you had not see for ages and the infamous parties to look forward to. What would this year hold; more resolutions, more promises, broken, more ideas that lead to nowhere. More the point, when was David going to finally propose. They had been together 10 years now, that was a lifetime. They had lived together for 5 and she had hope that may be, may just this year, he was going to 'do the right thing'. After all, what was the matter with her? She harboured...

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“The whisper” by Soraya Raza

Submitted to Contest #23

Tom had always been a curious boy, in the sense of inquisitive and also, oddball. He had been a studious, quiet child that no-one really noticed. He did not interrupt people's stories with his own, peppered refrains; he waited to be spoken to and listen intensely to people as they interacted, always holding back.He was a day-dreamer, wandering through the school corridors without whim or care, brushing past his fellow students in teh lunch hall or in class, but could any of them even close their eyes and recall what he was wearing ...

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“Invisible” by Soraya Raza

Sarah was her name. She had married him 30 years or so ago. Was it 28 or 31, she could not remember. She chose not to remember in reality, after all, why should she count the years, they had gone past so slowly and now she was 63. Married. Unhappy.Sarah had always loved the countryside but in her heart, she was a townie. She loved seeing her friends, going out to the cinema or eating out with her girlfriends, but that had been along time ago. She now lived with him. His choice, a big, draughty house, with windows that rattled every...

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“Familiar stranger” by Soraya Raza

Submitted to Contest #21

She was tall, she was slim, she was blond and she looked a lot like my mum. Mother had died 2 years earlier. A bout of pneumonia, they say, but we think it was her broken heart. May be that's what we like to think as it came suddenly. 52 years old, 3 children all still at home and then a husband who deserted her many years ago.Dad was an enigma, a memory you are not sure was real; did we dream him. No, that can't be right. we are living proof there was a dad, but he was not there to teach us to swim, fix the fridge or ready us a be...

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