Tag Archives: Shorts

What Pegman Saw: It’s a Wharf, I Tell You

“Hey! Lassie?” The white-suited punter at the far end of the counter beckoned Becky over. If he intended to hit on her… But perhaps she maligned him. Looks of his face, he needed advice on after-sun care. She checked that … Continue reading

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The Annual Finals

Kezlia hadn’t been a performer but a behind-the-scenes organiser. Until someone slapped the mic in her hand. Now she took a deep breath… they weren’t there to see her. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Annual Amateur Finals of the … Continue reading

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The Black Art of Pancake Threading

‘Blinking heck, Julie, I love my job, I really do…’ ‘But?’ Kezlia’s friend prompted, the wine glass pushed encouragingly close to her nail-picking fingers. ‘Why’d they think cos I can organise a show that I can judge it too? Babies, … Continue reading

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They Misunderstood

Careless, they accused. But they misunderstood. Not careless, said I, and defiant, stood. Carefree. Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt 14 words: Carefree  

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Cold Hands, Cold Heart

Glacial – the place you called home Glacial – the love you claimed you bore me Glacial – the heart you said was devoted to me Glacial – the smile you seldom turned on me Glacial – the looks that … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: My Destination

Up early, a last double-check of the pack. Everything in, nothing forgotten? The taxi toots. We bundle in. ‘Coach station please.’ Saturday, turnaround day, the holidaymakers go home. The driver calls, ‘London Victoria.’ That’s ours. The coach is crowded, multi-ethnic … Continue reading

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CCC#30: A Ramblers Tale

Now settle down and listen well, for a rambler’s tale I here do tell: I walked, you see … Through fens and fields in various states, over broken stiles and five-bar gates; I took a break upon a bank (shoes … Continue reading

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