Luck

Karen went ballistic when she found out that her husband, Kenneth, had gambled away their entire life’s savings.

“What were you thinking?” she yelled in a shrill tone.

“Well you remember when I asked you to marry me and you said, ‘Yes, I guess this is your lucky day’.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well, I was just trying to prove that you were right. So, in reality, it’s your fault.”


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Lookout

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Reg had said his business in 215 wouldn’t take long, but that was over twenty minutes ago.

“Just keep a lookout,” he had said, but now Lily was starting to get worried. What was keeping him, and who exactly was she on the lookout for?

Just as she was tossing this through her mind, the motel manager started to make her way towards the rooms. Lily instinctively reached over and sounded the horn and a moment later Reg came bounding down the steps carrying a carry-all that she hadn’t seen before.

“What’s that?” Lily asked.

“Just something, I left behind before,” he explained.

If that wasn’t a satisfactory answer, what might she expect his explanation for his newly bloodied knuckles to be?

She was really starting to question her taste in men.


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Concealed

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Sir George was confused. The baron had ordered him into the valley to rid it of a marauding dragon. He had checked all of the usual haunts: three caves and rocky overhang, but no evidence of a beast was found at any of them.

Was he losing his touch, he wondered. After all he was an expert in the dragon game. This perplexed him.

After checking the closest of the caves again, he tethered his horse to a pine and sat down on a log to consider his options. As he ran through the evidence he couldn’t shake the sensation of sulfur in the air. But where could it be coming from?


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Cafe


I walked into the only café that seemed to be open on the strip.  The place was a little over the top considering the seedy neighbourhood.  Why might a harbour district coffee shop need marble tabletops and a crystal chandelier?  The menu too was out of place with Eggs Benedict and French croissants on offer. All in all, it was a bit disappointing as all I wanted was a cup of coffee and a ring doughnut to dunk.


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Arena

 

Alvis refused to heed any warnings.  As he saw it, all he had to do was dodge and wait for the bell and he would solve all of his family’s problems.   The problems were many.  his father had had the accident the year before, and his care from the so-called healers was expensive.  Creditors were now starting to eye the family farm as well, and Alvis knew he had to step up and protect his parents and three sisters.

That is what had brought him to the arena.  Five hundred silver crowns awaited him if he could survive five minutes with the champion, Bloodbringer.  At seventeen, Alvis was sure he could stay a step ahead of the man that was now nearly forty.  He had no intention of trying to defeat the monster of a man.  No, the five thousand crown prize was not worth that risk.  All he needed to do was avoid the hammer-fists.  Hammer-fists were bronze mittens used as a type of boxing gloves.  They were about the weight of a bottle of wine, and tiring to use, they were nonetheless deadly.

Alvis walked through the portal into the arena.  Before him was the Bloodbringer who stood almost a foot taller than the lad and had three times the boy’s mass.  On seeing him Alvis put his plan into action.  He dropped the bronze glove from his left hand and waited for the starting bell.  As soon as it rang, he ran straight at the champion intending to dodge past him and then run for the next five minutes.  As he passed, he barely managed to escape.  Bloodbringer was far faster than he had imagined.  As Alvis ducked the intended blow the crowd roared.  

The boy quickly realised that the champion knew his “craft.”  Every attempt of evasion Alvis tried the man anticipated it, and the boy only narrowly escaped.  Worse still, Alvis was getting tired.  His last dodge past Bloodbringer was so close that he could fell the breeze of the punch.  In desperation the boy suddenly turned and threw his right glove at the man to buy himself an instant to catch his breath.  To his surprise, and that of the multitude in the stadium, the glove crashed into the man’s left eye, jerking his head backwards.  The man staggered but did not fall.  

Alvis ran looking over his shoulder and waited for the inevitable end.  The end came only seconds later when the bell rang.


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The Introduction


She knew he was going to give her a long, deep kiss, but she was surprised when he extended a hand as a formal greeting instead. Okay, long distance relationships are hard, but she really thought they had something. Now this.

“Hello Jessica, its nice to see you again,” he said matter of factly.

“Hi, Tyler, I um . . . . It’s good to see you too.”

It was then that he saw the petite Japanese woman coming up from behind him and stroking his shoulder as she stopped.

“Jessica, this is Aiko she is from our Tokyo office. We have been working together recently on a project.”

“Um, hello Aiko. It’s nice to meet you,” Jessica lied.

Jessica knew exactly what kind of project Tyler was referring to. It wasn’t that long ago when she had “worked” with him at the London office.


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Uncomfortable Fit

 

It was bigger than she thought it would be.  Much bigger in fact than her husband’s which she had become accustomed to.  But this was different.  In fact, it was uncomfortable and almost painful to mount.  Sue really wished she had brought the bicycle from home now.


 

 

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Touching Base

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We had hoped to meet up for lunch, but with work schedules and such not, that didn’t really work.  Dinner was equally problematic as we both had families.   After dinner we would have kids to tuck in, and then it wasn’t viable to go out afterwards.   So here we sat at seven in the morning on the rail platform touching base and slurping a Starbuck’s before going our separate ways.  So much for “best friends forever.”  What can I say? Life happens.


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Culture

Sam was sitting on John’s front porch when the latter arrived home from school.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were sick. That’s what the teacher thought anyway.”

“No, I’m fine. I took the day off to do some real learning,” Sam replied.

“Real learning?”

“Yup, I went into the city to learn some culture,” Sam said proudly.

“Isn’t that what school’s about?” John asked.

“No, real culture. Check these out. I got them downtown,” Sam said unrolling a poster of some dogs playing pool.

“Umm, nice, I think,” John said hesitantly.

“If you like that you will love this download the shop keeper recommended,” Sam said pulling an ear-bud out and offering it to his friend.

John held it next to his ear, but the dissonant tones so grated on him that he handed it back immediately.

“Sam, next time you want to get a little culture, I recommend that you just buy a tub of yoghurt.”


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Decoy

When he decided to spy on his wife, the last thing he expected was to discover that she had absolutely nothing to hide. Every time he would track her down, she was doing exactly what she said she would be doing. She had lunch with her friends, she went to the park to feed the birds; she even went to a pottery class even though she had never seemed to be in the least bit artsy.

What he failed to discover, however, was that she was having a fiery affair with the next door neighbour, nor did he learn that she had a cousin that was virtually her twin.

So much for espionage.


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