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Showing posts with label Prompt 21. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prompt 21. Show all posts
Monday, 17 June 2019

Write-In 2019: 'Stanley’s Fish Bar' by Tina Edwards

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If he had not bought a bag of chips from Stanley’s Fish Bar, things would have turned out very differently that evening. But he was hungry a...

Write-In 2019: 'Admiralty' by Annie Bien

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The photographer: Today one after another they bring baby’s breath, chrysanthemums, carnations, and daisies. Stacks of bouquets pile one on ...

Write-In 2019: 'And She Was Lifted Up' by Cath Barton

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She was clearly unwell. All the colour drained from her face. Her eyes sunken. I would have gone to help her, I always try to be a responsib...
Sunday, 16 June 2019

Write-In 2019: 'I Know' by Vivian Paide

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I know she’s cheating on me. Every night she’s late coming home from work. Comes in with this satisfied smirk on her face, like she’s pulled...

Write-in 2019: 'The Brick Chimney' by Annette Edwards-Hill

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At 8am it’s already 25 degrees and Jean and Cara’s mother insists they stay inside. They want to play underneath the old chimney and sulk fo...

Write-In 2019: 'Father's Day' by Geraldine McCarthy

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‘ Buy your Father’s Day present here. Let him know you love him.’ Maggie switches off the telly. If she hears one more ad, she’l...

Write-In 2019: 'Roman Holiday' by Judy Tweddle

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At 7a.m.  Alicia sets up breakfast.  It’s cool on the Aventine Hill: the garden is shady.  It will be fun to get show new daughter-in-law ar...

Write-In 2019: 'The Show Home' by Sue James

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We've saved every last penny for the last five years. We haven't been out socially. We've not bought anything new. Our shoes are...

Write-In 2019: 'Schism' by Mileva Anastasiadou

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“I can’t see anything,” you yelled. “Neither can I,” I confessed. I think you realized my terror because you squeezed my hand. I must have l...

Write-In 2019: 'What They Could All Agree On' By Mark Corwin

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I’m an asshole. Brought up the very subject, the one I was told not to. And I know it, and here I am—blood up to my elbows, beating the dead...