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I knew I should never have given her that fifty pounds

It was one of those freezing cold miserable January days. Everyone is depressed because the fun of Christmas is over and cold and flu bugs are going around everywhere and it was no wonder I’d caught it too. There was no-one at work to cover for me, so I trudged in, coat and scarf wrapped around me, and hoped I wasn’t on the perfume till near the door.
My manager took pity on me and gave me the best spot at the back and near the heater. Amy must have forgotten I work at Boots on Mondays. Or perhaps she didn’t know – my shifts do change around a bit. Anyway, I spotted her browsing over the other side and I admit, my attention wasn’t wholly on my customers. She was at the makeup aisles for three-quarters of an hour! Has she not got anything better to do? She swatched lipsticks and tested eye-shadows and I couldn’t believe it when I saw her take a basket of expensive make-up to the tills on the other side. I knew I should never have given her that fifty pounds.
It isn’t like I’m rich; it isn’t like I wouldn’t like to spend fifty quid on make-up for myself. How dare she?…..

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Wrong Words (A writers’ group exercise)

‘Pass me the flibberdegibbet would you?’
‘No, I was in here first.’
‘You’re not even watching anything – you’re flicking channels.’
‘I happen to enjoy flicking channels.’
‘Oh don’t be an asparagus about it; just give me the galloping flibberdegibbet will you – the Eastenders ominous is on and we need to catch up.’ (…..)

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What is 50,000 divided by 30?

The answer is 1667. If you’ve just completed National Novel Writing Month, otherwise known as NaNoWriMo, then you’ll know what I’m talking about. For those of you who don’t, the idea is that you write a 50,000 word novel in just the 30 days which make up the month of November. Many people around the world get involved and local events are organised where people get together and just write.

Well anyway, I decided to have a go this year and this is what happened….

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There’s a hole in our kayak

This is a genuine post on our local Freecycle forum: “We have a very old kayak to get rid of.  I don’t know anything about it except that it has a hole in it but still floats and that it is too small for my 6’3″ son to get into.  It appears to be made of plastic.  There is no paddle.”

It inspired us at Writers’ Group to write a poem! Here’s mine…

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You can’t trust March

This is a mini story I wrote in half an hour at Writers’ group last week. We were given the topic: ‘You can’t trust March’ and it had to be written in dialogue.

‘Oh I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’
‘What?’
‘That – planting out those begonias.’
‘Why not?’
‘It’s far too soon.’
‘Too soon? It’s lovely and warm. I’m in a t-shirt.’
‘But you could have your coat on tomorrow. You can’t trust March.’

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Neighbours from Hell!

Our homework for writers’ group last week was to write a short story about neighbours from hell. The title of mine is: Smoking is bad for your health

‘Hi,’ I said shyly to the new neighbour.

‘Hi,’ she replied, and smiled.

 This was the extent of our pleasantries for about a week, until somehow, we got chatting. I can’t remember what about now, but oh how I wish I had looked the other way; just got on with my life and never said anything to her. However, here were these new neighbours and they were about the same age as us and it’s so difficult making friends with other people our age; and they just seemed so nice!  ….

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Cam Girl

The advantage of having a broken foot is that it has given me the ideal opportunity to get some writing done. I am re-visiting a book a wrote a few years ago, that now needs updating and re-editing. I’ve got three weeks till my foot is hopefully healed, and I’m aiming to get it finished in that time. The title is Cam Girl. Here is the first paragraph:
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