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CCC96: Wanted, a Kindly Person

Grandma’s house. But Grandma was dead, that house was now mine. It wasn’t set in the village, wasn’t easily accessible. It sat at the end of an overgrown footpath, all nettles and thistles and brambles. Grandma’s goat had kept it … Continue reading

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According to Scientists…

George opened his eyes with grudged reluctance, disturbed from his Sunday morning slumber by her downstairs. Who was she talking to, all ‘sweetness’ and ‘petals’? Next door’s cat, most likely. He had told her… and here she’d got it in … Continue reading

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Grandma’s Feather Bed

Remember Grandma’s feather bed? I remember her feather pillows. Remember her shed in the yard? I remember that’s where she did the plucking. Remember the mess when the cat snuck in? I remember we were the ones to sweep it. … Continue reading

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CCC86: Mr Ed

“Why have you shut the stable door?” “Why? To shut him up, of course. All day long, talk, talk, talk. All right when he was younger, when he was earning a crust. But now Mr Ed’s old… I couldn’t take … Continue reading

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Casper

The move was welcome, pulling her out of the depths of hell. And the new place old, built on the ruins of a dissolved priory, was perfect for her. Absolutely right. Until the first night. A presence in the room, … Continue reading

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Under Cover

Kevin bunched up the greasy chip paper, wound down the car window and threw the vinegar-reeking ball into the bushes. “Er, Sarge, what’d you do that for?” “Because, PCW Sharon Toussel, we don’t like our Panda’s smelling of last night’s … Continue reading

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When the Path Peters Out

“We’re lost,” Gretchen said with a hopeless groan. “Stupid, of course, we’re not lost. We haven’t turned off the path. Give us the map.” Hans snatched it from her. “See. There. The path continues.” “Into nettles and brambles, we can’t … Continue reading

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This Must Be the Place

Neve did a last-minute check of all things electrical. Then Rat came behind her and powered the computer. She half-heartedly scowled at him. He accessed iTunes and scrolled and selected – oh what a surprise – Talking Heads, This Must … Continue reading

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CCC78: The Only One in Town

“Now my dear, don’t you move, don’t you fear, I’ll see off these photographers here.” “Huh, and I suppose you reckon yourself the only big horn in town?”

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In High Traffic Season

Obsolete concrete hacked from the pavement Ear-muffled crew pneumatic hammering Why must they leave it till high-traffic season? Can anyone tell me the reason? 24 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Obsolete

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