Archive for the 'Short Fiction' Category

Oswald’s Love
Oswald stared longingly at Vanessa.
“Come to me,” his aching heart whispered.
Vanessa went on talking, oblivious of Oswald.
“You know,” she said as she eased herself even closer to Albert. “We have so much in common.”
Albert smiled nervously as she stroked his arm.
“Let us walk in the garden,” she added, boldly taking his hand.
Oswald seethed.
They stepped out on to the patio, arm in arm.
Oswald’s envious eyes followed her every move. How he longed to be in her embrace.
They moved out of view.
Oswald settled more comfortably before the fire and his rumbling purr resumed.

All rights reserved. Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel.

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This short story first appeared in Freexpression magazine in June 1999.

Playful Pets

Max was not sure what happened first. One thing, however, was certain. Pandemonium ensued.
The dog’s first friendly nip of the cat’s ear was meant to be playful. The cat screeched, hair bristling, claws raking the dog’s muzzle. The dog’s reply was half bark, half howl.
Tiger set off down the hallway, claws scrabbling at the linoleum. Ralph, barking deeply, followed the cat’s erect tail as he chased his tormentor. A loud hiss and a sharp yelp told Max that the order of the chase had suddenly been reversed.

Max was unmoved.
He just kept reading his paper.

All rights reserved. Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel.

This short story first appeared in Freexpression magazine in June 1999.

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Broken Relationship

“HOW DARE YOU!” shouted Ben, face red with anger.
Angela, ashen and silent, stared at the wall.
“Well?? Whaddaya have to say for yourself?”
“I…I…I’m leaving.”
“It’s Pete, isn’t it? He’s the reason you’re leaving.”
“Yes,” she said. “I really love him.”
“Well – good riddance. And when you go, don’t forget his drinking bowl and leash.”

All rights reserved. Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel.

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The Job Applicant

Susan strolled casually to the desk.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes. I’d like to enquire about a job here.”
“Right,” said the receptionist. “Please take a seat. I’ll get the Personnel Officer. Your name?”
“Susan Heywood.”
Two minutes passed.
“Good morning Ms Heywood. How can I help you?”
“I want your job,” she replied simply.

All rights reserved. Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel.

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