It was that time of year again, midsummer. One of the highlights of the year for me is our little village fair. We always seem to get the weather as well. I think once in the last ten years we had rain. It was only a little shower though and was soon gone...
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Unbeaten!
Chrissy was beaten, but never defeated.This is not my story, it’s Chrissy’s story, and you’ll understand why she’s not telling it in a while. And it’s a true story, though I’ve changed the names and places for obvious reasons. The beginning of the end happened when my wife and I drove, frantic...
On The Edge
"Tell me to stop, and I will," he breathed, praying she wouldn't. C’mon, just kiss me.Jack Walker had to die. The two men in the faded blue sedan didn't know why. They don't care. They followed orders – and that meant they waited in front of his house. Ten minutes later, he came out into bright morning sunshine, hurrying down the front ste...
When the Cicada Sings
Love brings forth life.July’s midsummer heat stuck. It stuck to the blades of grass. It stuck to Sumire’s beige romper. It stuck to everything and anything like a sweltering bog. Sweat drenched her underarms as she set up her easel and foldable chair. Even at her elevated vanta...
Us Survivors
A survivor of the streets takes a walk on a steamy, sleepless nightTina felt the bedsheet peel away from her skin as she sat up. She was covered in a sheen of sweat from head to toe. Her hair was damp and matted. Even at midnight with all the windows open and no clothing but panties, Tina could not seem to beat the heat....
Hand In My Pocket
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.March 1995 — Kenya A Fateful Decision I’d been in Africa for nine weeks; two very eventful months. In that relatively short time, I’d already undergone a multitude of emotions, enjoying some incredible highlights and experiencing a range of unfortunate es...
His simple question rocked her; hurt bubbling to the surface and etching itself on her face. Paul was alarmed he had spoilt their growing rapport. “I’m sorry, Sara. I didn’t mean to pry. Let’s talk about something else.” “No. It’s not your fault,” Sara re...
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Tyres spent after forty miles of abuse; the racecar is signalled to pit for replacements. Nervous mechanics wait as the driver drives in at 60mph before swerving into his alloted slot, expertly sliding to a halt in front of his crew. Team chiefs and analy...
The Girl With More Than One Name
Sometimes you need to get lost in order to be found.Charlotte Hale hated that she had to gather wild berries. It wasn’t that gathering wild berries was hard. It was that gathering them was not hard and at sixteen, she felt like it was demeaning. Her eight-year-old stepbrother, Albert, was perfectly capable...
I'm Still Alive
My time should have been up long ago, but I'm still here...I'm Still AliveThe impact was sudden and fierce. But the fear didn’t set in until I saw the vehicle that rear-ended me rolling toward me. “I’m not ready to die,” I prayed out loud. Then I closed my eyes and let faith wash over me. When I opened my eyes again, the silver...
John Is That You?
I heard something ... new ... today!The bathroom at my office is this narrow affair. Along one wall are sinks, then four urinals, and then six toilet stalls. The other wall was paper towels, trash containers, and dryers. The arrangement matters for this story. One day I was in the second...
BillySoho
The longer I’m in limbo, the more the music takes over… You know the moment you put the needle on the record. When you get the lead-in, the snap, crackle and bop of anticipation. It always gets me. Every time. The second just before the tune kicks in....
The Sisterhood, Part 1 - Defeat
And so it begins...In the beginning was Chaos. And Chaos detested organisation and structure. He was roguish and full of mischief. Whenever order and logic looked likely to prevail, he would chuckle, wave his divine hand and delight in thwarting such impudence. Exasperated,...
Forty Days
From the first day...The pain of you leaving us,Still lingers in our hearts.The tears are fresh each night,Still pours out from our eyes.Every day we are missing you.Nothing can replace the holeThat you have left behind.No one can love us as muchAs the way, you have loved us....