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Sherlock Holmes and the Time Lord
‘So, it’s true.’ Watson wiped the condensation from the window. ‘The last cough of winter comes in May.’
‘The feasts of the Ice Saints.’ Holmes removed the needle from his arm.
‘One day,’ said Watson, ‘that opium will kill you, and I can’t save you.’
‘Ah Watson, I’m already dead.’ Holmes laughed. ‘Life is relative. Now, where is she?’ He closed his eyes. ‘Where! damn you woman, where?’
Watson sipped his Earl Grey and stared at the pale face of Holmes. He was delirious and mumbling on about a “Tardis” and “The Doctor” hidden beneath the Athabasca Glacier in Canada.
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Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisof-Fields
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Meet me by the Amaryllis
Julie called and told me to meet in the Biosphere by the amaryllis flowers.
Don’t be late, her excitement was infectious. I suspected, she had great news from the fertility clinic.
I booked a table at Antonio’s for later.
Emergency vehicles blocked 5th Avenue and because of the long detour I was late.
Where was she?
The flowers were beautiful – I wondered if they would miss one for Julie’s hair.
I could say it had fallen onto the floor.
It’s not like Julie to be late, I checked my iPhone.
I read the news; three dead on 5th Avenue.
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
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Habit is a strange thing.
I wake early, make hot Arabic with frothy milk, and enjoy the moment of solitude as the day begins. I watch Georgios arrive in his dinghy, there is a soft murmur from the water as it nudges against the pier.
I collect a box of red mullet, sardines, a whole tuna, a case of shrimp and a parcel.
I pay cash in US dollars.
My modest fish restaurant is popular; my customers devour the infused saffron dishes.
They leave feeling euphoric and lifted from their earlier depressive thoughts and so willingly pay my exorbitant prices.
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Tagged cure for depression, expensive spice, Fish dishes on holiday, Flash Fiction, food, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Habits, Kurzgeschichte, Saffron, Short Stories, Writing
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People were enthralled with the street art of halo-lights, it was fun.
Over time, their interest waned and slowly their minds sunk into abject docility.
Did anyone notice their robotic behaviour, their blank stare and repetitive monotone exchanges?
Professor Katrina Mayne knew why.
The Overlords had hijacked her pioneering medical research; Egon waves to pacify disturbed patients and help them recover from mentally impaired brains.
She knew how the system worked and had to stop the Higher Council enacting their citizen control policy. The human right of free expression was being subdued.
Katrina struggled and bit at the straight-jacket straps.
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I asked; they won’t open the doors until he arrives.
Until then, everyone must queue.
That’s the burden of being famous and popular;
People arrive extra early to be certain of a seat.
In this rain why don’t they let people in; they’ll catch a chill or worse.
Yes, they’ll get frustrated, agitated and the atmosphere during the event will turn hostile. Such shame, making people wait in the rain when they could be warm and cosy inside.
Yet, nobody recognises me in this red cap.
I think you should.
Yes! tell them you are here.
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Anya was naked and walked past.
I stopped reading.
(Mrs Newsome wanted Strether to rescue Chadwick from a wicked woman.)
I was dressed when Anya emerged from the bathroom.
‘Ready?’ She adjusted her blouse.
In East-Berlin, we had met in a provocative gaze across a crowded room.
‘Will he be alone?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘My flight is tonight.’
Col Kryuchkov met us at Marx’s Tomb in Highgate, and I gave him the USB memory.
‘I love you.’ I kissed Anya. ‘Goodbye.’
The encrypted files were bogus lists of double agents.
Another time, they may return to poison me.
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