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Stella Turner has not received any gifts yet
Her stop was several blocks away, but she stepped off the train anyway, just beating the closing doors. She’d had enough of the voice chattering away. The old woman had droned on and on about how ungrateful people could be when she tried to give them gifts. She looked like her grandma but more wizened and toothless. She smelt like she should have died years ago. It was difficult to smile and talk back to the crone with the respect her mother had taught…Continue
My Dead Friend (249 words)
“You’re dead” I tell my friend “I went to your funeral last week”.
“Yeah I know”.
She looks remarkably healthy. No sign of rigor mortis or things decomposing. She sits
at the kitchen table, tapping her fingers on the Formica top. She always hated the
fifties look of my kitchen, reminds her of her dead grandmother.
“How is your Gran?”
She raises her eyebrows. I feel a…Continue
She felt the cold chill in the room. Her pulse raced. She felt sick. Pulling the bedclothes over her head, she wasn’t going to look; she knew who would be there. It happened every Halloween. She thought this year would be different; she tried so hard to be good, kind and considerate to others to amend for what she had done in the past. She hadn’t meant to do it; she had been so young and carefree.
Now she was an old lady, her eyesight failing, she could hardly see but she knew she had…Continue
'Scraps' the National Flash-Fiction 2013 Anthology arrived in the post today. My story 'Penitence' is in it. I'm still amazed it was included with the other 64 stories. I like my stories , send them off to competitions but truly never think they are winners :) Is this normal to think this way? :)