Eggs
By Noo
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Eggs, boiling in the bright, copper pan, bump and ricochet, like the dodgems of his youth.
He knows upstairs, she'll still be sleeping, so he pulls on his boots, calmed momentarily by their old leather smell.
Ignoring the question the cat's tail poses, he leaves quickly through the back door.
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blackouts and mysteries
I knew a guy who regularly woke up in a bed in a strange house with a stranger, and then made his way to work and goodbye forever.
The one guy woke up under a naked man with a bra on both naked in a bathtub. He left very quietly.
I like your story! Nolan
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Love it. Especially the cat
Love it. Especially the cat's tail. Who, what, where and why...just enough detail to tantalise us.
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Brilliant Noo! And thank you
Brilliant Noo! And thank you Denzella for the IP idea - it's already producing some great stuff!
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I got stuck trying to exit
I got stuck trying to exit through a cat flap once. Don't ask!
Have a happy Easter
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"...a bright copper pan,
"...a bright copper pan, bumping, richocheting, like the dodgegems of his youth."
he knows upstairs she's still sleeping. he pulls on his boots...
perhaps :"he ducks out the back door."
anyway, perhaps something you can use
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Great read, Noo, but I am
Great read, Noo, but I am worried about what wiil become of those boiling eggs with him gone and she still sleeping upstairs.
Best, Luigi. x
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