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CHELSEA MEADOWS
A drabble by Nicki Benson |
Chelsea Meadows was still a mile from home when the teenage boy cycling towards her swerved and almost knocked her to the ground.
“You want to look where you’re going,” she raged. “You shouldn’t be on the pavement either.”
The young cyclist looked at Chelsea long and hard. Chelsea stared straight back at him.
“Sorry about that, miss,” he said, then pedalled away.
The breeze began to freshen. Barbs of rain were already stinging Chelsea’s forehead. It promised to be an unpleasant next twenty minutes or so.
She didn’t mind.
Life was a test, and Chelsea Meadows had just passed.
Comments
She didn't mind...
...may we all be so blessed. Thank you!
Love, Andrea Lena
Succinct.
Succinct.
Angharad
Thank you, Nicki .
Short and sweet, says it all !
ALISON
It Was All Because I Ran Out Of Bread
I don't know what it is about this writing lark. You go out at 5 o'clock to buy a loaf of bread, a block of cheese and a few tomatoes, and by the time you get back to the flat you've got a closing line in your head that's going to nag you for ever if you don't put a story to it.