Tag: misdirection
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FIFO – A Short Paragraph Story
The peacefulness of the pool was broken as the “fly-in fly-out” squad bomb dived into it. The ruffled locals moved out of their path and let them get on with all the showing off, the noisy social commentary, and the ubiquitous attempt of some new FIFO to hook up with someone elses partner. They would…
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Bath – A Short Paragraph Story
During the night, as she tried to free herself from the bath, she thought about how the tingles she felt at their first kiss should have been a warning. At the time she had been entranced by the sparkles in his eyes and his delicate touch, which had fooled her into thinking that she wasn’t…
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Lies – A Short Paragraph Story
I desperately rack my brain trying to come up with a plausible story, the guilt making me feel sick with the taste of these not yet spoken untruths. “I lost track of time”, “It took longer to finish the (insert word of choice: shopping, appointment) than I expected” and “I’m meeting a friend for coffee”…
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Baby – A Short Paragraph Story
He wasn’t much of gentleman, she wasn’t much of lady, so after first hello’s they got straight to making a baby. She had some eggs, and he had some worms, and when they put them together mud-cake baby was born!
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Red – A Short Paragraph Story
She couldn’t believe how much red there was on her hands, and dripping off the thin knife still held in them. Anger now cooled, she watched as each droplet hit the floor with a small explosion of startling violence, and thought how beautiful the pattern was that it created. Shaking her head at her dreaming,…
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Love Again – A Short Paragraph Story
I never expected to fall in love again. Certainly not with a younger man, and especially not with a younger man who speaks a different language! There are moments when I seriously question my judgement; like when I notice his disregard for bodily hygiene, and his undeveloped table manners. Oh, but when he smiles and hugs…
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Drip – A Short Paragraph Story
There’s a leak, a trickle of drips. I try to calculate the time between each, wondering idly if there is rhythm to their falling. But it is erratic; sometimes a staccato of drips, then a plop of drops, or a slow slithery splat. Suddenly the curtain of approaching rain reaches my house, drumming on the…
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Visitors – A Short Paragraph Story
There always seem to be those unexpected, unwanted, visitors that just drop in on you. They never let you know they are coming, so you are not prepared for their arrival. It doesn’t matter if your house is spotless, and you’re wearing your best clothes, their unannounced descent upon your home causes everything to look…
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A Strangers Hands – A Short Paragraph Story
Waiting on the bed in an unfamiliar room, clothes draped on the chair, I thought again about the decision that had brought me here. It was so unlike me (or the me of recent years) to do this, had I made a mistake? Did I give in too easily to the suggestion? Perhaps I should…
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Gold – A Short Paragraph Story
I carefully lifted it out of the box and gazed in awe at the perfect yellow gold band . I held it between my fingers and marveled at it’s texture. I thought of my hopes and dreams as I slipped it on my finger. I admired it’s perfect fit as I held my hand out…
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