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A Bed of Roses

A Bed of Roses

by | Dec 12, 2017 | E, Elizabeth Brown, Short Story

Muriel licked the tip of her thumb and rubbed at a spot on her living room window. +++++“I’m just looking at that Fiona Mc Bride’s house, Tom; have you seen the state of her curtains? They look as though they haven’t been washed in a month of Sundays.” +++++She pulled...
Eye Contact

Eye Contact

by | Aug 25, 2017 | E, Elizabeth Brown, Short Story

I turned the handle, but the door was locked; searching the surface for a latch, or a bolt, I found nothing.  Apart from the stainless steel knob, the facade was as smooth as marble.  Peering in the semi-light, afforded by the small window on the opposite wall, I...