Tag Archives: Creative writing

Generic cleaning lady

Her badge says Rita but that isn’t her name. Staff call her the generic cleaning lady but not to her face. She arrives five minutes early, leaves five minutes late, and comes home tired from the night shift but the … Continue reading

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The Sandwich Lady is A Man

I got to the sandwich lady late there was only toothpaste and woodlouse sandwiches and a mangled packet of Polos she moaned at my poor timing closed her legs and opened the petty-cash tin; the doctor held up a pair … Continue reading

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Like a Challenge

The mince pies are ready as I step off the train. A dozen dusted with sugar. I turn them down as I’m full of diesel fuel. The next day they’re reheated. I turn them down again but the neighbour takes … Continue reading

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She Smiles for the First Time

The bar is sepia but satellite brings a slice of real life as two supporters wait for kick-off and organise drinks. They have a young girl with them who fidgets until she spills her cola. When the barman brings her … Continue reading

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A wedge of home-made butter

Pre-dawn sleet melts diamonds onto the girls hat as she finds her position on the bus. Half-term has wiped the roads clean, the lights through the one way system are green and we’re two minutes early. The driver stops outside … Continue reading

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