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Not Mine

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“Sorry, Sir, but your bill is now sixty days overdue.”

“Not mine. How did you get this landline number, its unlisted?” Continue reading “Not Mine”

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Guilty

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Red-rimmed eyes darted at each new arrival. She licked down-turned lips, her chin quivered and skin splotchy. Shoulders stooped from her white knuckled arm grip as she sunk in stature to stare at her shoes.

Was she sad? Scared? Or wearing her own brand of guilt? Continue reading “Guilty”

Code Broke

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“Help me look,” urged Ricky.

“For what?” asked Luke.

“There’s a code hidden in the paint work.” Continue reading “Code Broke”

Life’s Detour

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It was a gravity crashing,

 star crushing,

 kind of morning

as a kaleidoscope of spinning planets Continue reading “Life’s Detour”

Curious Signs

Curious Signs - RuralRomanticRamblings.com“Are you perving on the neighbours?”

“No.” He sipped his coffee and stared at the city’s skyline through the kitchen window.

“It’s a nice view of a wall of windows.”

“No. I’m checking out the chair.” He pointed. “Fourth floor.”

“It’s a red chair, so what.” She shrugged.

“It has a sign on it.” Continue reading “Curious Signs”

Correct Placement

Correct Placement - RuralRomanticRamblings.com“…and he attempts to slip in the chip’s packet beside the celery, will he get away with it?”

He eyes off his comrade from the commentary box. “So far, so good, sports fans, as he tempts fate by slipping in the big block of chocolate.”

Ooh, bad call, my man. Should’ve gone for the smaller size, it’s easier to slide between the bread loaves.”

“I agree. But wait, no, she spotted… the chips.” Continue reading “Correct Placement”

Elective Corrections

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“Are you sure?”

He inhaled and his chest rose, licked his lips and nodded. “Yeah, hit me.”

“Okay, man.” The whirl of the gun came to life. The inked needle pressed against the skin on the guy’s upper arm. “So, um, I gotta ask why?”

“You’re the best in corrective tattoos, that’s why I’m here.”

“I get that bit, and our team’s well trained for that purpose. But, what I gotta know, man, is why?”

“Surely you’ve heard all the stories?”

“Yeah. But, you’re the first one who wants this kick-arse reaper changed into a butterfly?”

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Unpredicted

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Heels echoed on the cool tiles amplified by the corridor’s walls. Watery mud created a snail trail by her once-white lace train, as petals from her strangled bouquet fell like Autumn attacks the trees. Make-up smeared like Continue reading “Unpredicted”

Exit Strategies

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“Is that blood?”

She shook her head, wiping her hands on her red-splattered shirt. Continue reading “Exit Strategies”

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