MARKSMANSHIP

The first one was for the mother-in-law. Ten years of interference and nagging. I felt the anger start to build. I was never good enough for her daughter. Well, now she had what she wanted. Harley was gone. I took a deep breath. I squeezed the trigger. 200 yards away the china tea cup exploded into pieces.

I moved onto the next cup. The best friend. Every time there was an argument Harley would run to her. Then I would get Samantha screaming down the phone at me, or hammering at the door, threatening to show me what a weak man I was. The cup disappeared in a puff of small particles.

The last cup was for Harley herself. She was coming over now to collect the last of her things. She wouldn’t get her precious tea set. Ten years worth of shared existence. Now, nothing. Dammit, I could feel the tears welling up again. I squeezed the trigger. The bullet flew wide. The cup remained untouched. I heard the windscreen shatter, the screech of tyres and then the crunch of metal hitting the wooden fence.


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Copyright Dawn Miller

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TANDEM

‘Are you pedalling back there?’ puffed Archie as the tandem bicycle crawled up the incline.

‘Of course I am,’ Agnes lied, giving her pedals a few cursory turns for appearance’s sake.

They reached the crest of the hill. Archie pulled on the brakes. Agnes jolted forward at the sudden stop.

‘Why have you stopped?’ she asked.

‘Just need a minute to get my breath back.’ Archie pointed to the valley ahead of them. ‘Wonderful view.’

‘Not from where I’m sitting,’ said Agnes, who had spent the last hour watching Archie’s oversized behind wobbling in front of her.

‘I did ask if you wanted to go in front. Perhaps we should have got two separate bicycles.’

‘Don’t be silly. It’s been much more fun like this.’

‘Have you got the camera? Get a photo of the view.’

Agnes tutted and clambered off the bicycle. As she raised the camera, Archie pedalled past her, picking up speed on the downward slope.

‘Pub’s at the bottom of the hill,’ he called back. ‘Enjoy the walk.’


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Copyright Dorothy

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ALL AT SEA

Archie lay on his bunk. His stomach lurched with each swell of the Atlantic Ocean beneath. He peered out from under the duvet.

Agnes stood at the table, resplendent in her best dress and velvet gloves, preparing another gin.

‘Do you think you’ll make the ball later on?’ she asked.

Archie groaned. ‘No dear. You go ahead and have fun.’

The ship lurched again. The olive in Agnes’ drink flipped out of the glass into the air. The glass slid down the slanting table. The olive plopped back into it.

Agnes picked up the glass and took a long sip. ‘Honestly, Archie. I do wish you would toughen up. There’s still two weeks before we reach the Bahamas.’

Archie turned to face the wall and pulled the duvet over his head.

Agnes tutted, turned off the cabin light and left him in darkness. She stepped out of the cabin onto the deck.

Mr. Mulligan, that charming young American who was journeying alone, walked passed and tipped his hat to her. Agnes nodded and smiled in return.

Their anniversary cruise was shaping up to be better than Agnes could possibly have hoped for.


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© A Mixed Bag

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SCENE FROM A MARRIAGE

‘What in the name of the Lord is that heap of junk doing here?’

‘Why it’s the ‘Daisy May.’ You remember, my Grandaddy’s old truck.’

‘I know what it is, Dennis. I asked what is it doing here, outside my porch.’

‘Well, Grandma was going to junk it now that Grandaddy has passed on. But I said I couldn’t let her do that. So she said then I could take the thing. So here it is.’

‘And what are you intending to do with it?’

‘Well I thought I could do it up then maybe we could take it for a drive like we used to do on Grandaddy’s farm.’

‘Dennis Barnes, take your hands off me and wipe that stupid look off your face. You think I’m goin’ to carry on like a teenager in that thing with you again, you can think again. And get it out of my sight. What will the neighbors think?’

Estelle slammed the front door closed and smiled. She loved that crazy man and always would.


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© Mike Vore

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