Category: SHORT STORIES
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Advent Story #21 | THE STORM
The wind howled outside the windows. The square sits empty and looks forlorn at only 7pm when it should be brimming with life; people on their evening passagiata, men, young and old, playing chess, children frolicking by the fountain… all signs of life withdrawn and the wind whistles loudly into the quiet and eery evening.…
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Advent Story #20 | Meet The Kids
‘Good afternoon. May we speak to Mr Hendrix please?’ Zachary asks the older lady behind the bar. ‘Ha!’ She laughs shortly. ‘Mr Hendrix. You must be new around here. I’m Maya, Hendrix’s mother. And you may call him Hendrix.’ She holds out a hand for the lovely young man standing before her. ‘It’s lovely to…
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Advent Story #19 | The Ultimatum
‘I’m leaving you.’ Josephine says to her husband when he walks into the parlour where she has her bags packed and is waiting on him. Nothing new there, she spent most of her life waiting on him. ‘What?’ ‘You heard me. I am leaving you Tristian and I am not coming back- ’ ‘Jo, I…
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Advent Story #18 | Between Mother and Daughter
Are you keeping it?’ Ife turned to face her mother, the ice in which her heart was encased now black and unyielding. Smash it with a sledgehammer and it won’t crack. She knows what her mother is asking, hence she wants to be unequivocal in her answer, no talking around it like her mother would…
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Advent Story #17 | Truth Hurts
‘Mrs Walden there is someone is here to see you.’ Celeste, the maid, informs Josephine who has been in her library avoiding the world outside of it and reminiscing on old times. Emerson stands in the doorway and Josephine’s face dawns with knowing. ‘Aunty Josephine, we need to talk.’ Aunty Josephine not aunty Jojo like…
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Advent Story #16 | Rogue Children
‘I still cannot reach any of them.’ Tristan buries his head in his hands. Three days and not a word from his children. They’d left a note for him saying they had some errands to run and wouldn’t be back for some time, but that they would be in touch soon. He’d called Rellie, Zainab,…
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Advent Story #15 | Villagers with Secrets
‘My favourite taste tester. Buongiorno.’ Marinella calls from the small kitchen behind the counter where she is setting up for the day. ‘Buongiorno. Come Va?’ ‘Bene.’ ‘What lovely flavours do you have for me today?’ ‘I am going to convert you to Mint chocolate.’ ‘Ew.’ Ife made a face because Marinella knows how much she…
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Advent Story #14 | Where’s Mrs Walden
THE CASE FOR IFE WALDEN – Blythe Gunta Twelve days ago, I broke the story about infidelity in the Waldens Marriage, and we have not seen or heard from the woman in the eye of the storm since the story broke. I would go so far as to say Ife Walden is one of those…
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Advent Story #13 | St Margaret’s Hope
Zachary is nursing a glass of beer, sat by the window of this small town on the edge of the world it seems, it is cold, colder than a witch’s tit as the saying goes, there is snow on the ground, and he has never been more bundled up in his life before. Puffer jacket,…