Short stories by Laurel Lindström. There is no consistency to them as I strive to challenge my own conventions with every piece. Sometimes it works and sometimes not. Enjoy!
The Sheep & the Grey Horse: It was a wedding – part 1 of 2
Together and after much protracted and digressive discussion, Hotpot and the Grey Horse eventually worked out what magic had happened and not happened on the day of…
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The women were gathered around the steps in the creeping cold of a November Saturday, waiting for a heavy black door to open. The shadowed air was…
Click here for more.The Sheep and the Grey Horse part 8 – When Naresh and Neena came for tea (2/2)
The scene is still roughly the same, but it’s slightly more complicated. Some of the players are in the kitchen, while others are still down near the…
Click here for more.The Sheep and the Grey Horse part 7 – When Naresh and Neena came for tea
Here’s the scene: a boggy field in late winter, saturated and dense. Here are the many moving parts: the sheep and the Grey Horse; a marooned car;…
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Dirty weeds dusted grey and hot yellow sunshine yielding the stench of a semi-stagnant river. We were very small and very wild my sister and I. She…
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He sat in the foremost pew and pondered that with this funeral, he and his sister were now technically orphans. He was in his forties so could…
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Bats, cats and kittens and smoke in lines of sullen purple. They cross the sun setting sky. It’s getting darker now and the bounce of the waves…
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The sea is back to being full of serious boogywoogy. Under winds intent on taking us all some place else, we strive to stay in place. No…
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Life began on a sunny day at an open air concert in a west London park. She was there with her best friend and it was the…
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It’s always the same types, these people who mill about. And it’s always the same slightly stuffy private room for the milling Angus mused. And it’s invariably…
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People milling around the slightly stuffy private room of a high-end London restaurant, working hard to look earnest and purposeful. Audrey stood alone, slightly removed and observing…
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Thank you to the motorway people who closed the M25 the other night at around midnight at Heathrow Airport. In both directions. Under a Blood Moon, which…
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Parallel lines and a slender fragile bridge. H is for horror, H is for harmony. H is for hurt. H is for hospital. H is for horror.…
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“I don’t want to argue with you again”. Her mother sitting at the dressing table fiddling with false eyelashes that were really too large for her face,…
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She watched him silent as sipped his coffee, wondering how it started. With a pulse growing louder? With an idea of passion suddenly occurring in his head…
Click here for more.Delete #2 New Boy
(The first in this series was published here: https://writetime.org/anthology/) The whisper went around the classroom, every time Miss turned to the board. Fight. They’re going to get…
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(published November 2021, in WriteTime Anthology Two http://www.writetime.org) Meredith March studies the wreck peering at her from the mirror and adds a touch more mascara to already…
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