Short Story: Cabin Fever
JULY They’re in my street, filming my home, which I guess was inevitable. The first thing I notice though is
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Richard and Jane
Richard I woke up today and started thinking about Jane. Little things about her, things that seem to come back
Continue readingThe birthday party
She could feel Katie hovering around, pretending to be doing something. Making out that she hadn’t noticed the box, the gold ribbons, the silver paper, her secret activity in the corner of the room.
Until curiosity and impatience won out as usual.
“Is that for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I see it?”
“No! It’s a surprise.”
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The Swing And The River
What happened was, he put together a makeshift swing. A piece of sturdy rope thrown over the outstretched branch of
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Someone had forgotten to clean away the bowl of fruit. It was easy to have missed it I suppose, that one orange lying there in the glass bowl. It was only when I walked passed it and caught the faint whiff of mould that I noticed it. Saw that it had been left there to rot, all forgotten and blue, so that now, if you picked it up, it was almost powdery, just a sphere of disintegrating greenish blue dust.
Ordinarily, it was something I would have paid no attention to, would have ignored, perhaps passing only to see if the bowl itself, was something I could take with me. The orange itself, would have failed to register.
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