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Water

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Water was everywhere. Running from over flowing gutters, streaming slick-like down brick walls and fences. The drains had given up long since, throwing back the water in fountains of protest. It pooled into puddles on saturated lawns. A gust of air sent a drum roll of droplets across the polytunnel. Be careful what you wish for, Granny used to say, you might just get it. Who had wished for rain for the garden, she wondered?


Submitted PP July ’17

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Four things

He needed four things, he said. “You, me, a bed and a day.” It sounded simple, but she knew better. Even if they could find a day, there would be no bed. And she wasn’t fooling herself. They could barely manage an hour together before he was called away. A whole day was a pipe dream. Still, it was a lovely dream, so she allowed herself to believe in it, just for a little while.

Survival tactics

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He couldn’t survive a day without her. To be so close and not to see her, to know she was near and not to hear her, it was unbearable! So he entered the room, striding in as if he belonged, nodding confidently at anyone who caught his eye. He carefully chose a seat at the edge of the room and waited. Then, there she was. She stepped onto the stage. She spoke. It was enough.

http://www.paragraphplanet.com 23.05.2016

Just a hug?

Sometimes a hug is all it takes. It can lift a person out of the stultifying fog of existance into the brightness of truth. Such a hug lifted me. It opened my eyes to the truth. I saw things differently, saw the reality. I saw that sad sap, sobbing out his story, leaning in to take advantage. I knew it had to be stopped. He gave me no choice. All it took was a hug.

www.paragraphplanet.com 17.04.2016

Seventy Five Words

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Paper fluttered across the grass. Pages were whisked up, soaring in loop the loops, then dropped to settle for an instant before the wind caught them again. They scattered like skittish school girls flirting and giggling with the wind till it casually dropped them and sloped off. They were left crushed on the lawn like so many unwanted wrappers. Cecily looked at the limp, abandoned pages, and wished their words could no longer hurt her.

 

http://www.paragraphplanet.com 28.06.2016

Ten Days

Ten days after the storm the strangers came. They stood, silent and still, in the town square. The people watched from behind shuttered windows. After two days the first brave souls ventured out into the streets. The strangers stared ahead. They showed no sign that they saw or heard anyone. Next day the strangers were gone. The people gathered silently in the square staring after them. Ten days after the strangers left, the sickness came.

http://www.paragraphplanet.com Jan 9th 2016

Catastrophe!

The devastation was unbelievable. Glass crunched underfoot as he stepped tentatively into the carnage. A solitary light flickered into life, then died. Where was Murray? This would take some explaining!
A noise to his left set him spinning towards the tree. There, crawling out from under crushed pine was Murray. Collar askew, he crept forward, twined apologetically around John’s legs, and dropped the one unbroken bauble at his feet.
John sighed. Just another Murray Christmas.

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