Tag: SUMMER SHORT STORIES
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#14 | Second Chances
Logan slammed the door to his mother’s home, the family home where he grew up, livid. He’s just come from his meeting with Francesca, and he headed straight from there to his mother. ‘What is the noise for?’ Leila comes barrelling down the grand steps leading into the hallways because the entire house shook at…
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#12 | Ours
Franny swam her way up to the surface of the water, where the yacht bobbed gently. She hops back onto the vessel where Logan is relaxed on one of the beds. Heaven. This is heaven. Clear blue waters, so clear she could see to the bottom of it, the sun in the blue skies and…
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#11 | MOTHERS & THEIR DAUGHTERS
‘Do you know where your son is?’ Paula shows herself into the parlour and takes a seat on the armchair without being invited to. Leila was not in the mood for her mother’s bullshit, she never is, but now is not the time. ‘Mother.’ ‘I asked you a question.’ ‘Has it escaped your mind that…
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#10 | Game, Set, Matcha
‘Hello.’ ‘Mrs Sterling…’ Franny freezes, tightening her grip of the bottle of wine in her hand; if she drops it, it’ll be deducted from her pay and wouldn’t that be ironic. This was the same wine she’d sold to Logan on his mother’s birthday. ‘Francesca, is it?’ Franny mentally takes a deep breath to steady…
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#8- Between Friends
Franny tapped her leg impatiently waiting for her best friend to meet her at the wine bar, their favourite hole in the wall aptly names the wine bar at the hole in the wall no points for originality but what they lack in finesse they make up for by the barrel load in fine wine;…
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#7 | Three Little Words…
‘Where will we go?’ ‘Anywhere you want to.’ ‘Florence.’ Franny sat up in bed. Logan has stayed over every night, for about a month. She knew what he was doing and loved him even more for it; he wanted to let her know he didn’t mind coming here, to her council flat where the bath…
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#6 | Little Miss Working Class
It was always going to happen; Franny just didn’t think it would happen quite so soon… ‘Hello son.’ ‘Mum. Wha…a. what are you doing here?’ ‘Grabbing a coffee.’ Leila had that sunny demeanour, one that disguises the way she feels to the outside world, but her children know so well. She got word of Logan’s…
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The Date
Franny checked her reflection in the mirror for a what felt like the hundredth time, she looked fine. Better than fine, the trusty Zara sales came through for her in this delightful number which she’d been saving for a special occasion. Today felt like the appropriate kind of special. The buttercup yellow midi length baby…
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Beautiful Stranger
Logan drove back to the store where he got the beautiful bottle of wine he didn’t have a chance to give to his mother before she kicked them out. Oh well. He knows someone who’ll appreciate it even more. Franny secured the second lock, hurriedly, she has ten minutes to make the bus otherwise she’ll…