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?â€
“Yes,†she said.
“Well?â€
“Sorry. I won’t marry you.â€
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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel
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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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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.â€
He set to work immediately.
Proudly he displayed the new sign.
“OPEN 24 HOURS.â€
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Short Fiction #6 Early Morning Delivery
Early Morning Delivery
A sudden knock woke James.
He stumbled to the door.
“Yes? Whaddaya want?â€
It took him several seconds to focus on the woman on the doorstep.
“YOU!†he hissed. “What… how… who gave you my address?â€
Finally she spoke.
“This, I believe, is yours,†she said as she thrust a baby into his arms.
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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
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