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#NoirWednesday: the small house

A new challenge from Steve over at Sun in Gemini for Wednesdays, so I thought I’d give it a go. #NoirWednesday: the small house https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/25507207/posts/1122975263 The Two kept themselves to themselves, never mixing with any of the locals to pass … Continue reading

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Cat’s Eyes

‘Make yourself comfortable, the kettle’s just boiled,’ she said bustling into the kitchen. He selected the armchair by the window and settled back against the soft cushions. His hostess came in with the tray and tea things, stopped for a … Continue reading

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Letter to LJ

Today is Pancake Day, your favourite dessert.  It is also your fortieth birthday. I sent cards for your 30th, 21st and 18th, but could not send one for this landmark in your life as your grandmother has passed, and hers … Continue reading

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An Ironic Smile

“Rita!” He cried as he raced through the back door. Oh my god, oh my god, he mumbled. “RITA!! ‘What?’ came a sleepy response from above. “We’ve been burgled! ‘WHAT???’ The sound of feet hitting the floor running and the … Continue reading

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Clean Up Duty

They opened the door and were greeted with the dry stuffiness of a house not lived in for many months. Their instructions were clear. In the kitchen, all opened packets were to be dumped. Anything intact and within date was … Continue reading

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The Last to Know

As he let himself in through the front door, the smell of dinner hit his nostrils. As always, the house was clean and tidy. On opening the lounge door, he noticed the bookshelves weren’t so cluttered and the annoying mug … Continue reading

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The Price of Freedom

She looked down into the valley and remembered the excitement she had felt from this very same spot five years ago. As she’d rounded this particular bend so long ago, her heart had been overflowing with love at the prospect … Continue reading

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