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She jumped from the train, rolling in the dust before coming to a stop. A sharp pain shot through her right ankle. Breathing heavily, she reached down and rubbed it as she flexed her foot. It didn’t appear to be broken. With a groan, she clambered to her feet, testing her weight on her throbbing ankle gingerly. Her backpack had come to rest about a hundred metres back down the track. Seconds…

She knew she had to leave. Quickly. She should never have come. She should have politely declined the invitation. She didn’t belong here. This all felt so wrong. Scanning the room, she searched for an escape route. One door led to the kitchen and judging from the laughter coming from there, it was full of guests. The only other door was the one to the hallway. If she could get to the hallway,…

Without thinking, I took the first tentative step. It had finally happened. I had reached the point of no return…. or was I dreaming? For months I’d been saying “I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it,” dismissing future challenge after future challenge instead of facing up to them there and then. Clutched in my hand was a well-worn piece of paper. It was the list I had written… the list of…

This is a continue the Continue The Story moment. I wrote and shared the first part way back in November 2021. Here’s the link to jog your memory  – Continue The Story – Fact Or Fiction? (flash fiction) | Coral McCallum Now to Continue The Story…. “It’s good to see you,” she said after a while. They’d left the bookstore almost half an hour before and walked a couple of blocks to a bar that…

Continue the Story… at the end of a long hard journey

With her backpack on her shoulder, she pushed open the café door with a sigh of relief. She’d made it! It had been a long arduous journey. Her bare feet were weary after trekking along the beach for days, following her natural instincts to reach her destination. Feeling the tiled floor deliciously cool under her hot feet, she made her way to the only remaining empty table then lowered herself…

Continue The Story… the LBD (flash fiction)

The party had started, and she knew she was uncharacteristically late. She had almost changed her mind at the last-minute. The thought of walking in alone filled her with fear; the thought of finally seeing him again after so many long dark months filled her with excitement. She didn’t dare dream about where the night may lead… She had dressed carefully, choosing a flattering LBD with his tastes…

Continue The Story- Reflections (flash fiction)

He looked in the mirror with surprise. No reflection! He looked down at his hands. They looked real enough. He felt real enough, but was he? The house was quiet, too quiet, and as he stood in the hallway, he wondered if anyone else was home. Opening the living room door, he glanced in. Two of the family cats were curled up on the couch asleep. They both looked up and hissed. The kitchen too…