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Tag: advent stories
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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 #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 #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 #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…