Strings Attached_In Flagrante Delicto_Brood_The Sixth Window
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Strings Attached
Viola (her parents had loved string quartets, and she wondered if any brothers or sisters may have been called Violin or Cello) had been delighted when she won the first prize in the Short but Sweet writing competition. Well, okay, she might have been more delighted had she won the second prize, which was £250, as there were plenty of free creative writing courses online and she was borderline broke. But she told herself that would be ungrateful, and as transport and meals were included in the prize, it wasn’t going to be one of those infamous contests (though admittedly rare in the writing wo...
In Flagrante Delicto
It was almost the exact instant Wendy gingerly picked up the red thong from between the two pillows on their bed that Phillip retrieved a white jock strap that had seen better days, from the floor.“What’s this?” said Wendy, her face sporting a scowl that would shame a monsoon cloud. She was holding the side strap of the thong between her index finger and thumb, arm outstretched, much like one might hold a worm.“What’s this?” said Phillip, raising an eyebrow, in bemusement. In a gesture mirroring his wife’s, he held the jockstrap at arm’s length.The two of them were clearing up after a party. ...
Brood
She heard Cyrus in the distance. She recognized him from the small digging sounds he made. It was a sort of SCRATCH-scratch sound as if he was giving it a lot of effort at first but then his interest waned. Next came the sound of something being opened, that sound of release, a faint pop. And finally, the slurp of Cyrus drinking.Cyrus was her age. She had run into him months ago, they were coming at each other and almost collided. Frantically, she had tried to change course but he didn’t and they ended up in an embrace.“Cyrus, where are you going?”“I am going to the same place you are, to visi...
The Sixth Window
This is the first time I’ve looked out of a window, instead of looking in.It’s the only thought that crosses my mind as I stare out at the midnight road. Cold drafts, hard pavers, dark alleys. The three things I’ve had the most experience with. But let me backtrack. Every week, I www.onedoor.ccmake the same nighttime journey. Six windows to visit, six memories to relive. It makes sense, and even if it’s a waste, it’s an escape from the freezing streets I call home.The first window is one of my favorites. Although it’s grown dirty over the past year, I can still see the racks of clothes, the mannequin with t...