There just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day for everything I want to do. As time is short my stories become shorter. Here’s a 200 word piece I wrote for a competition based on the theme ‘Blank’. I tried to focus the scene by the sounds, or lack of. See what you think…
Miranda Partington stood in the hallway. Impassive. Silent.
‘Well, you could at least try and persuade me!’ Mark gave a final frustrated growl and banged the door shut after him.
Miranda remained in the hallway, listening to the car door slam, the angry revs of the car engine and the furious tyre screech as Mark pulled recklessly away. She was unmoved by the panicked horn, the squeal of brakes and the inevitable crunch of metal outside from the head-on collision.
Luckily the police were at the scene. Unluckily they had bad news for Miranda.
‘I’m afraid your husband is dead,’ they told her.
Miranda couldn’t cry. Or show any emotion.
The police left her alone.
‘It’s like she didn’t care one way or the other,’ the policemen agreed as they quietly closed the
Miranda stood in the hallway. Numb. The phone rang. It made her jump. She picked up the call without saying anything.
‘Mrs Partington, it’s Beauties Salon here. I’m sorry, but we may have got the dosage wrong with your Botox treatment.’
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