Archive for the 'Short Fiction' Category

Short Fiction #9 The Refusal

The Refusal

Adrian was becoming impatient.

“Why hasn’t she rung?” he muttered.

He paced the floor. He tidied the magazine rack for the third time. He swept the kitchen floor again. He readjusted the flower arrangement.

The telephone rang.

“At last!” he shouted. “Hello, is that you dear?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Well?”

“Sorry. I won’t marry you.”

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel

Read more of my short fiction here.

Short Fiction #8 The Meeting

The Meeting

Sharon threw her arms around his neck.

“Darling!” she oozed as she smothered him with passionate kisses.

Their searing embrace continued.

Sharon continued her loving caresses; his hair, his face, his shoulders.

Finally, they both surfaced for air.

Peter – hair ruffled, blushing slightly – gazed intently at her face.

“Do we know each other?” he asked.

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel.

Read more of my short fiction here.

Short Fiction #7 Lost Keys

Lost Keys

Danny hesitated.

Without his keys he was stranded.

He couldn’t leave the shop unlocked, nor could he drive home.

“This needs some lateral thinking,” he said to himself.

Several minutes passed.

“I know!” he exclaimed. “The perfect solution.”

He set to work immediately.

Proudly he displayed the new sign.

“OPEN 24 HOURS.”

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel

Short Fiction #6 Early Morning Delivery

Early Morning Delivery

A sudden knock woke James.

He stumbled to the door.

“Yes? Whaddaya want?”

It took him several seconds to focus on the woman on the doorstep.

“YOU!” he hissed. “What… how… who gave you my address?”

Finally she spoke.

“This, I believe, is yours,” she said as she thrust a baby into his arms.

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel

Read more of my short fiction and poetry here.

Short Fiction #5 The Noise

The Noise

Irene hesitated.

She held her breath.

The noise came again.

“I hope it isn’t what I think,” she whispered.

She tiptoed forward, stopping at the door.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light her suspicions were confirmed.

“So you’ve had your kittens, Fluff?

But why did you have to use the ironing basket?”

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel

Read more of my short fiction here.