Be Careful What You Wish For – Sue Cunningham
3000 words Women’s Fiction
Emma’s luck takes a turn for the better when she inherits an ugly Victorian teapot with surprising contents.
Emma poured herself a glass of wine, kicked off her shoes and sat down at the kitchen table to examine the ugly china teapot. She was amazed that someone as stylish as Great Aunt Millie could have owned such an object. “Late Victorian but, with that crack in the handle, I doubt it’s worth much.” The solicitor had looked apologetic. “However, your aunt was insistent it came to you. Perhaps it had some sentimental value?” Emma lifted the teapot for a closer look. It was unusually heavy; maybe there was something hidden inside that Millie had wanted her to have. She tried to remove the lid but it was stuck firm. Suddenly excited, she ran her fingernail under the edge and eased away the gilded rim.
Pass the Parcel – Sue Cunningham
1300 words Women’s Fiction
Cathy can’t take her eyes off the mysterious unattended parcel in her tube train carriage. Should she be worried about what’s inside?
“Do you think we should tell someone?” Cathy eyed the package nervously. “No.” Peter refused to look up but rustled the pages of his newspaper and continued to read. Cathy glanced around the train carriage which was starting to empty. Her eyes were continually drawn back to the large square parcel on the opposite row of seats. The Tube had been busy when they’d first boarded with very few spare seats, yet the white box had one all to itself. Cathy looked at the plump lady sitting next to it; she had a number of carrier bags in her lap and two more wedged between her feet.
The Treasure Hunt – Sue Cunningham
2000 words Feel Good
As they prepare for their wedding, Katie and Greg embark on a very special treasure hunt.
Katie sat on the old swing seat, long legs trailing as she rocked backwards and forwards. “Is there room for two?” She hadn’t heard Greg approach and she smiled as she lifted her face for his kiss. “Of course there is,” Katie said, sliding along so that he could sit beside her. Greg lifted a strand of dark hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Your mum thought you might be out here,” he said. Katie nodded. “This was Grandpa Pete’s favourite place. He loved being outdoors but his own garden was tiny. When I was a little girl, we always sat here together while he told me the most fantastic stories about pirates and mermaids and fairies at the bottom of the garden. I thought he would last forever; I can’t quite believe he won’t be here for the wedding.”