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Quarterly Meeting

Each quarter, the swim team met for an intensive performance meeting. Carrie walked into the room feeling heavy and sad. She slumped into a seat at the head of the table, next to Herbert, the team manager. 'Carrie,' he murmured. 'You good?' 'As well as can be expected, Herb.' She felt, rather than knew, what… Continue reading Quarterly Meeting

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The truth of the evening

I'll tell you the truth. The others won't, but you can count on me. Sit awhile, take a moment to relax, make a cuppa perhaps, while I give you the whole story. We were at the soiree. You know, the annual fundraiser for the footy club. Oh, and I guess you need to know who… Continue reading The truth of the evening

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The trip of a lifetime

Roxie stands in her back yard. Her arms are clasped tight around her torso to ward off the chill of the night air. The moon sits just above the horizon; Roxie checks her watch. Seven o'clock and already dark. It'll soon be winter. But she'll be out of here by then. Her ticket is purchased.… Continue reading The trip of a lifetime

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Time to shine

Celeste is still on the call but jumps up and down in excitement. She hangs up the phone and claps her hands. 'Nath! Where are you?' she calls. 'Here,' he responds. Celeste follows his voice and finds him in the studio. He's stooped over the bench, cleaning his brushes; he turns his head to look… Continue reading Time to shine

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In the car

The engine sputtered to life. Caroline loved this car; an old Morris Minor, circa 1960s, and part of her inheritance from Dad. It was sometimes tricky to start but she knew what she was doing. She'd watched Dad often enough to learn that it was a precise art: pump the clutch three times, flatten the… Continue reading In the car