Pas de Deux A novel by Bronwen Welsh A Sequel to 'Antonette's Story' Copyright 2021

Chapter 15   Time passes

Finn and Fiona. Day Five

I took off my pyjamas and wiped my stomach dry with them before taking a plastic bag that I had brought, just in case, and putting them in before sealing the bag and putting it in my case. I then had a shower and shaved.

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As I heard the sound of an engine grow fainter, I felt more despair at that moment than I have ever felt in my life.

It is a Gift

My fingers were poised over the keyboard as I looked at the screen in disbelief. That damned computer was doing it to me again. I swear that I will throw it away and go back to one that only runs with the original Word. That, at least, did not have auto-fill algorithms.

Part 12

Sunday morning was clear and bright and I lay in my bed thinking for a while. It was funny how things came around. I had dreaded seeing my old band mates around in case they recognised me but last night I had been welcomed by Balnoor and did him a favour in return.

A beautiful transgendered adolescent takes a job in an up market nightclub; discovers that parading her lingerie is an experience as arousing as it is embarrassing. Set in the fictional town of Chamberlain.

Mantra (Malibu Comics) has been learning some very surprising details about the last few days. But her informant, Lauren, seems naive about the responsibilities that go along with being an ultra-heroine, which causes Mantra to give her some good advice. But Mantra also needs to find out what her own daughter Evie has been witness to, and that means getting an eight year old to remember some of the most terrifying moments of her entire life.

PLEASE READ CHPTER 66 BEFORE 67

Mouse was enjoying the drive back to New York. She woke up early and checked out before she had to. She could have extended her stay, but there were other things she wanted to do. A smile appears on her face as she thinks about the men she played against at the other casino.
They couldn’t believe a little ole girl like her could beat them. She walked away from that game with close to forty thousand dollars.

Monday came around far too quickly for everyone. The previous evening Michel had taken Delphine out for a quiet meal at a Restaurant in Ashburton. Despite his best intentions, it had failed to lift her spirits.

“Last meal of the condemned?” muttered Delphine as she played with her desert.

“Stop talking like that or…!”

“Or what?”

Graphic created by Patricia Marie Allen from photos on Pixabay.com

Authors note: This story first appeared in the “One Dozen Roses” anthology and has been edited to be read as a standalone.
You can read it in the anthology here.

I’ve been asked just how I came to choose the name Rose. The story of my name goes back to my childhood. I was eight at the time. It was in just after the second gulf war. I blame the whole thing on Susan. Susan was the girl who lived in our basement apartment. Her father had been called up in the National Guard and was in Iraq for a year. They decided to give up living in their house and rent it out to cover the mortgage payment. The rent on the apartment we had in the basement fit the budget imposed by his Guard pay which didn’t even come close to his regular pay. The apartment had been grandma’s before she died. It’s just two bedrooms, a bathroom and a sitting room with an efficiency kitchen and the rent helps us with the mortgage, since dad left. As part of the deal, Susan’s mom watched me while my mom was at work.