Tag: writing prompt
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OBSESSION
I watch the fire fading in the chiminea, poking at the dying embers with a stick. Three in the morning and the party was winding down. Everyone else had gone inside half an hour ago. Beth had gone inside, with Daniel’s arm draped round her shoulders. I wish it could have been me in Daniel’s…
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BLOODHOUND LAW
The steamboat Yellowstone sat at the dock. The new boat for the American Fur Company was due to depart up the Mississippi later that day. Grafton Edgefield looked out between wooden planks. He hadn’t eaten since he’d arrived in St. Louis three days ago. His clothes were in pieces, his bare feet shredded. He’d avoided the slave…
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RAIN DELAYS PLAY

Bob tapped in on the 9th green. Level par halfway round. The children packed off to their grandparents, a romantic weekend ahead with Helen and a quiet round of golf while she finished up at work. This was the life. As he teed off on the 10th the sunshine faded. Bob looked up. The clear…
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RANCH HOUSE
Mum looked down at the table. ‘What do you mean you’re gay?’ The old rancher looked at his son. ‘I mean I’m gay, Dad.’ ‘Well, when did you decide this?’ ‘I didn’t decide, Dad, it’s just who I am.’ They ate the rest of Sunday dinner in silence. Jack had only vegetable soup, while his…