Category: SHORT STORIES
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Advent Story #12 | Market Day
‘What are you making cara?’ Ife looked frazzled, she’d been standing at the stall for ten minutes trying to decide, getting distracted by all the food on display, half of them she did not know what they were meant to do in food. How she wished she’d paid attention when her mother tried to teach…
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Advent Story #11 | I Can’t Help Falling In Love…
‘You’re not driving back tonight, are you?’ Hendrix asked Ife as she continued typing on her laptop, engrossed in whatever she was doing. He’d been watching her for most of the time, working away in her own world sat in the corner. She would on occasion crease her brows, mutter something then go back to…
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Advent Story #10 | Mothers and Their Secrets
The chauffeur pulls into the driveway, safe behind the gates where the mob of reporters vied for blood and what photo they can grab from the comings and goings of the Richmond home of Ife and Tristan. Josephine Walden lets herself out of the back seat beating the chauffeur to it, and the front door…
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Advent Story #9 | Girls Walks Into A Bar
When Ife walked into the pub, she knew she was where she ought to be, far away from Uni on the other side of the country. Far away from her worries and the pressures from her mother and her incessant phone calls and their arguments. She’d had enough and wanted to fall off the face…
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Advent Story #8 | This Damn Morning
Hendrix was having a pisser of a morning that continued from the night before and it had nothing at all to do with a wild night spent in a woman’s bed, something he hasn’t done in over two decades, or from a hangover after a late one with the guys, something he did once a…
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Advent Story #7 – Heart of Glass and Ice
‘Dad we need to talk.’ Francis has been following the story of his daughter’s unravelling life, he did not expect to hear from her, they have not spoken in twenty years, since she refused his offer to walk her down the aisle. Despite her position in the company their paths hardly ever cross and when…
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Advent Story #6 | Into the Woods
There is a gentle knock on Ife’s door, something she is not expecting, because she is not expecting anyone. Besides, no one knows her here, although she has made friends with Valentina the ice cream shop owner, she does not know where she lives. She answers anyway. ‘Bonasera.’ ‘Bonasera.’ It is not the ice-cream shop…
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Advent Story #5 – Comment Section
‘Do you see what they are saying about her?’ Zoya has not stopped reading the comment section of the many tabloids in as many days. The talk with their father turned everything on its head for them, it really was not what it seemed, and she wanted to beat up every single person talking shit…
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Advent Story 4 – Ice Cream for Breakfast
It has been four days since she blew up her life and Ife has not gotten out of bed, except to bathe and change from one cashmere set to another. The wind rustles outside her windows, and she burrows further into the bed, beneath the duvet. This house is cold. Are Italians allergic to heating?…