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Sanitary Man

Ted crawled from his warm bed to venture out into the cold frosty morning to go to work. He left home before the sun rose each work day whether it be rain, hail, frost, or a hot summer's morning. Like the postman the sanitary man had to face all the different weathers thrown his way. “Morning, Bess.” Ted rubbed his hand over her back. He wrapped his arms around her neck while he whispered in her ear. He slipped the bit into her mouth before pulling the gear over her head to then buckle the cheek strap. Ted led Bess to where the wagon waited. Bess backed up to be harnessed to the wagon to commence the round for the day. The pans rattled on the wagon while Bess clip-clopped along the streets to this mornings destination. Rugged up from the cold, Ted prepared himself to remove the outer layer of his warm jumpers. Bess came to a stop at the first address of the morning. Ted lay the reins down then jumped from the wagon. He grabbed an empty pan then headed toward the first lavatory area. The sm…

She Knew His Secret

Mary didn't move to greet her husband when he entered the house. She stayed seated casually concentrating on her sewing. A slight tremor of her fingers belied how calm she really was. The needle not hitting the mark on the first try. She jabbed her finger many more times than the material. Her tongue tip pressed against her teeth in her concentration a sure sign she was nervous to anyone who knew her very well. Or took the time to know Mary wasn't the usual loving, caring wife. “No kiss tonight, darling,” asked her husband, Patrick. “Sorry, darling. I'm trying to finish this before the baby arrives.” Mary didn't look up from her work. “Welcome home, darling. How was your day?” “Busy as usual. My feet are aching. Where's my drink,” he asked from where he sat in his arm chair. “You know where the bottle is. Help yourself for a change. You'll have to do so while I'm in hospital. Time you learned to do things for yourself.” Patrick walked over to the cupboard to po…

Lights Out

Lucky for me I was on the second floor. Or on the steps when the lightning struck the power pole down the street. Hopefully, I'd find my way to bed without walking into any obstacles. Unlucky for me the house I lived was haunted. Things went bang in the night. A glowing apparition appeared out of the darkness with a lantern to show me the way to where. Even though I screamed, he beckoned me to follow him. His back was turned to me. I didn't see his face. A scared face fresh from battle with blood dripping from his cheeks to dampen the front of his shirt. Unlucky for me, he took me to the wrong room. He took me to the room where all the dearly departed were having a wow of a party with music and dancing. A cold feeling ran through my body like a ghost walked right through me. I was rescued by a real man. He was leading me to safety. But I was wrong. The floor opened before us letting us fall over the edge floating through space to softly land on solid ground. Taking a deep breath while I …

Don't Look A gift Horse

Kelly Stanley had begun to dress when the phone rang. “Good morning. Are you Kelly Stanley?” “Yes.” “Congratulations Kelly. You're the winner of a trip to Hawii for two weeks. You will also receive two thousand dollars in spending money. “I do. When do I go?” “You will leave in two days, you lucky girls.” Charm trickled through the phone. “You can call to pick up your tickets from my office in the Plaza Hotel building on Flinders Street. If you call around five tomorrow evening I'll have every thing ready for you.” “Thank you. I'll be there.” Kelly was excited to have won a trip just when she was due to begin her holidays. She hadn't made any other plans because she couldn't afford to go away on a holiday. Kelly finished dressing in record time for her to rush to work at the shoe factory. She puffed when she rushed through the door at work. “I won a trip,” she gasped. “I'm going to Hawii. All expenses paid. I will have spending money too.” “Good for you,” said o…

Never Cross Me

The bird songs stopped. Animals took to their hiding places. Eventually, the lizards scuttled to safety after feeling the strange vibrations through the ground. Every member of the forest sensed the danger in every breath. Connie Simmes slowly made progress through the tangled undergrowth not wanting to leave a twig broken, or a stone overturned. She didn't want to leave any evidence she had passed through the area. This wasn't her usual route she took to reach the slab wooden cabin near to rise of the mountain. The message she had received sent warning bells ringing loud of a trap being set for her. Marty hadn't sent the note, of that she was sure. The wording wasn't his even though the handwriting was vaguely similar. He might have been forced to write what he had been instructed to say. The words and the underlying message kept flashing through her mind. Dew dripped from the leaves of the trees making her clothes damp. Her body shivered from the breeze seeping through…

Town Bike

Town Bike Groans of lustful excitement came from the bedroom downstairs belonging to his Mother, Kate Crown. Squeaky springs rang through the floor to reach tender ears. Dale Crown, aged nine, covered his ears to block out the sounds before he hid his head beneath the covers. What was his Mother doing. To who did the the other voice belong. The front door of the house opened and closed many times during the night. Sometimes screams came from the room. Dale pulled another pillow over his ears so he was able to go to sleep. Each morning he'd wake tired and crawl from his bed, drag on his clothes, creep down the steps to gobble down what food he found in the cupboard to eat. He washed his bowl in the sink and left it to drain. Placing a couple of pieces of fruit he'd stolen into his bag he trundled off to school. On reaching the school gate, he'd run his fingers through his tousled hair in an advent to look like he had combed it. Forcing a pleasant smile to his lips he walked in…