Collaborative ‘Consequences’ Stories from August 1st, 2019

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Where is she? wondered Paolo. Had she seen him and fled or was she running late? He glanced at his phone looking for an answer. Typical, no signal. He sighed as he threw his phone down on the sand and sat on a swing. He felt panicky. Minutes later, startled, he heard a voice beside him breathlessly say…

 

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“Paolo, please help me. I think I’ve been stabbed.
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It was Jane, she was holding her side and blood was seeping from her side.
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It seemed like the Third Man! Hold on he said as he put pressure on the wound and felt the pressure of the world on his shoulders.
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As Jane’s breath grew shallow she was trying to whisper who had done this to her. Paolo could lip read. He took her last communion and retained her last words to mind. He would track down the b*stards.

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THRILLER

Jake was ecstatic with his new appearance. He was unrecognisable to his friends and more importantly his foes. Sporting straight white fluorescent teeth, a new hairstyle and summer wardrobe, he was ready to escape. He got through security at Heathrow without any bother. As he swaggered up the escalator to Departures, his arm hairs stood on end as he heard a familiar voice say…

Hi Mr. Hinds, off on your holidays?
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It was Alimi Aldin, his loan shark.
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How did you recognize me in my summer dress and heels?
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It was easy, I followed you from your base. I had a feeling you might skip town.
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But the dress and heels, obviously I suit them. Hot damn I thought I’d pass…

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Jodie charged past the sign, not one to trust her instincts. She had always been fond of shortcuts. She ambled along the prohibited path feeling smug that she had gotten away with it.

Her footsteps were silent on the soft soil beneath her espadrilles. She could see her apartment up ahead but was startled to hear a…
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… child’s voice calling for help but she couldn’t hear where exactly it was coming from.
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Then she heard a sound and looked back to find a large built man heading towards her.
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He looked formidable but was wearing a football mascot suit. She was scared but couldn’t take it seriously.
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When they reached her she could see the worry on his face. ‘Have you seen a small boy? I have lost my child!’
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Where and when [did it happen]? We see so many children. Life is strange, but we can help just tell us, tell us.

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Someone is here, were Sal’s first thoughts as she clocked the canoe, towel and mattress.

She had bought the island for a bargain a few years ago, with a windfall. It was so remote, tourists didn’t feature even in the height of summer. That was just the way she wanted it, her, herself and no one else.

Today all had changed, there was someone else on her island. She tried to work out what to do next when …
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…all of a sudden the most handsome devil she had ever seen, walked towards her.
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‘Good morning,’ he said, ‘have you seen a boat with a blue sail?
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No, she blushed, it’s so quiet here we don’t get much passing traffic. But she knew it was on the other side of the island and was once her father’s boat. What did he want with it?
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‘Ah I saw it out on the water maybe an hour ago. I thought I would be alone here but there was a person navigating the canoe – and now you!’ He bounded up to her. She turned slightly away from him, embarrassed at inhabiting her own space, in the circumstances.
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He tipped the poison in her drink and started flirting with her, enticing her and offered her the alcohol infused cocktail. She looked him in the eyes, got the drink and…
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goes to sip it but stops as the glass reaches her thirsty but knowingly lips, then…
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angrily threw the drink in his face, making sure he got some in his open mouth.

 

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THRILLER 

Jake was ecstatic with his new appearance. He was unrecognisable to his friends and more importantly his foes. Sporting straight white fluorescent teeth, a new hairstyle and summer wardrobe, he was ready to escape. He got through security at Heathrow without any bother. As he swaggered up the escalator to Departures, his arm hairs stood on end as he heard a familiar voice say…

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We’d like to check your return, sir!
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How do you want me, says Jake, coyly bending over and spreading his butt cheeks.
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I’m afraid this is a matter of national security and not a joke – said the policeman.
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Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were after something else.
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However, all I got is banner!! Pulls out maracas and does a silly jiggle in the middle of the lounge.
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Oh, f**k it, then responded the policeman enthusiastically ripping off his uniform in a swift rehearsed striptease motion, joining Jake in his untamable celebration of life!!!!

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Where is she? wondered Paolo. Had she seen him and fled or was she running late?

He glanced at his phone looking for an answer. Typical, no signal. He sighed as he threw his phone down on the sand and sat on a swing. He felt panicky.

Minutes later, startled, he heard a voice beside him breathlessly say…
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‘Paolo! We missed you.’ He turned to face the speaker, shattered to be stood up but humbled to be missed – and found.
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Antonio. A person who was meant to be at the other end of the country. Is that why he had such a look of deep pride in the achievement of simply standing there, as if he had run the whole way. But why was his hair wet?

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Someone is here, were Sal’s first thoughts as she clocked the canoe, towel and mattress.

She had bought the island for a bargain a few years ago, with a windfall. It was so remote, tourists didn’t feature even in the height of summer. That was just the way she wanted it, her, herself and no one else.

Today all had changed, there was someone else on her island. She tried to work out what to do next when …
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all of a sudden the most handsome devil she had ever seen, walked towards her.
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‘Good morning,’ he said, ‘have you seen a boat with a blue sail?
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}No, she blushed, it’s so quiet here we don’t get much passing traffic. But she knew it was on the other side of the island and was once her father’s boat. What did he want with it?
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‘Ah I saw it out on the water maybe an hour ago. I thought I would be alone here but there was a person navigating the canoe – and now you!’ He bounded up to her. She turned slightly away from him, embarrassed at inhabiting her own space, in the circumstances.
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He tipped the poison in her drink and started flirting with her, enticing her and offered her the alcohol infused cocktail. She looked him in the eyes, got the drink and…
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goes to sip it but stops as the glass reaches her thirsty but knowingly lips, then…
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angrily threw the drink in his face, making sure he got some in his open mouth.