Respect – Margaret Mounsdon
1100 words Historical / Literary Fiction
Whilst researching her family tree the narrator of the story discovers a shameful family secret that has lain hidden for many years.
The poppies sway in the evening breeze, blood red blobs creating a garish slash of scarlet against the landscape, peaceful now the guns have been silenced. The air is no longer choked with the smell of smoke. Birds sing from the trees, and in the distance a farm tractor ploughs a neighbouring field. The world is at peace. People speak in hushed voices, anxious not to disturb the tranquillity of the neat rows of headstones. Gravel paths criss cross between the graves, and flowers, of every hue, grace the lawns, huge great beds of colourful blooms, evidence of the dedicated gardeners’ unceasing toil.
Run for Your Life – Margaret Mounsdon
800 words Women’s Fiction
This is a twist in the tale short story about a charity fun run with a difference.
This is the first time I’ve run the charity mini marathon. I want to show my support for the cause but my legs are giving me grief. I should have practised a bit more. I puff my way past The Blue Anchor where I’ve spent many happy hours, but there isn’t time for a quick one now I tell myself sternly as I push on.
These Foolish Things – Margaret Mounsden
1550 words General Fiction
A man who finds hope again after a distressing experience.
“They came in the night when he was asleep.” Nathan closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. That was the trouble when you were old. You became invisible. People talked about you as if you weren’t there. “He had quite a bit of stuff taken, clocks, a couple of paintings, knick knacks he’d picked up over the years. Seems he invited a young woman in for tea about a week ago.” “It sounds like she was casing the place.” Nathan could hear them nodding. He had an absurd wish to cry. The last time he had cried had been when Ava walked out. He screwed up his eyes. He would not think about Ava.