“Long time no see.” Sam grinned, opening a shiny Land Rover door. “Hop in.“ Jealousy bubbled. We bumped down a track to a long silver hangar, ominous in the early morning mist. Just inside were pallets loaded with blue trays, each containing thirty pristine brown eggs.
(200 words) “There's one right here. It's just been renovated.” Grant gestured to a door, labelled ‘Danger, Keep Out’. "I’ll tell the old man you’re on your way.”
“Address of target?” “33 Cherry Tree Drive, Marehamby, Lincolnshire,” said Ronald Digby, adjusting thick-lensed spectacles. “What’s, er, what’s the cost?” On the other side of a burnished desk, a grey-suited young man (“Just call me Steven”) fingered his blond ponytail. “We’re speaking the same language, yes?” “Uh-huh” “Well, assassinations are twenty thousand for domestics, fifty … Continue reading Little Pricks in the Night
“Come and join us dahling!” A girl in a black tasselled skirt exhaled cigarette smoke. Eugene fumed. “I don’t know you people. Get out!”
(200 words) “Called reception yet? I detest these flowers.” My wife gestured towards a sumptuous vase of orchids. -We’d entered the Palacio suite that morning. The lounge stretched to distant walls, dotted with plush leather sofas and gilded antique furniture.
(200 words) An enormous crash jolted me awake. My heart pounded. Otherwise, deathly silence. Surely I hadn’t imagined it? With apprehension, I took a carving knife from the bedside cabinet drawer.
(200 words) Possible reasons for going up Thaxby Hill were to stretch my legs or gaze out to sea. But today was different. Old Mark Bamber, who lived nearby, said he’d heard a dog barking up there at night for the past week.
(200 words) He played each part - flute, violin, viola and cello, and combinations of these, returning to write changes. He smiled. The flute quartet was finally complete.
(200 words) Hating the idea, I am nevertheless obliged to cooperate with Mellors’ latest ‘prank,’ another outrageous practical joke for his YouTube channel. I hide behind a tree with my video camera focused on him. He sits, smirking, ....
Memories, long forgotten, surface as my fingers caress a small blue cap I find in my storage unit. Above the peak is a large ‘H’ and the motto ‘Carpe Diem.' I hold it up and smile. Howlands School, 1967. Did that really fit me then?
(200 words) Memories flooded Myrtle Shaw’s mind as she gazed into the mirror. She smiled, blinking her large, contact-lens-less green eyes.
(200 words) I’d reviewed the Catholic Answers website - it was definitely a mortal sin. Unless I received absolution I would go to Hell. Here goes! “I accuse myself ... ” I added some venial sins I’d also scribbled down.