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lunas-online.com
Previously Joey shook the woman's hand awkwardly, regarding the smartly-dressed pair standing in front of him with a growing sense of unease; he wanted to turn away, but the man's steady blue-grey gaze forced his feet to remain rooted to the spot. The woman smiled a thin-lipped smile, 'we are looking for a new assistant,... |
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valleyofthetrolls.blog
The more he tried to explain, the longer and less clear the situation became. "Tommy," she gasped as she held up her hands in protest and the words cascaded, filled the small kitchen with its red and white country chintz curtains, pressed against each other until they burst through the flimsy wooden door... |
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lunas-online.com
Previously Joey returned the man's gaze; it wasn't that he was afraid, but something about the unwavering stare and the uncompromising stance of the cigar-smoking man made him slightly wary, framed as he was by the double-leaf doorway in an otherwise blank-faced building, like the gate-keeper to a secret world. Glancing back into the alleyway,... |
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theelephantstrunk.org
Our gracious host, Rochelle, encourages usto be creative by writing a story in 100 wordsor less using the photo prompt below. This isFriday Fictioneers. Here's where the photo took me. Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook The bishop slumped, shrouded in memories. Thirty-five years ago he had an affair with Evelyn Rogers; he was a parish... |
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