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The Things we Find, Chapter Five
Nottingham’s Mini-Flashes flocked to the cinema when the advertised hour came. It was a tunic-and-pants convocation on the grandest scale yet seen, and every row and box and gallery tingled in the softly-lit hush. There were people and beings besides Mini-Flashes too, helping crowd the auditorium to capacity, all called to this spot on this night by the prospect of thirty-seven seconds which might bridge that far lengthier duration between then and now.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Meta-Jenny
There was a big tournament at the weekend which Jenny and I were going to together, so I got up early the day before to get some practice in. It wasn’t any good though, because Jenny was right – I really did have two left feet. By the time she came to join me it was mid-morning, and what with stumbling about the outdoor court missing pretty much every shot I was just about as hot and bothered as could be.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
She Came From The West Midlands
I was going into town again with Jenny’s sister and we were waiting at the bus stop. A girl with little bunches in her long straight hair came along to wait too. From first glance I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she approached, and I think she noticed because she smiled. Then she walked into the bus-shelter and positively filled it up with her nice clean smell.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Crisis Talks
What my friend neglected to mention was that his girlfriend Jane was already staying the night, just the same as me! I’d never have agreed to stop over if I’d known it was going to mean that sort of embarrassment, because when it was just my friend and me we were happy to laze around all evening in just the underwear and T-shirts we slept in. A girl seeing me dressed like that however was a very different matter!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Jenny-one for Tennis?
The sun was high in the spare bedroom at Jenny’s house when slowly I awoke. The first thing I saw was her, and she made my heart flutter almost unbearably because she had her tennis whites on. She was already clean and showered, so that the smell of her was awesome. I was very embarrassed to be seen first thing in the morning when she was like that.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Sibling Rivalry
After a morning like that I was ready to jump at any chance to put some proper clothes on and get away at least for an hour or two. So, when Jenny’s little sister suddenly badly needed to go into town and there was no-one free to take her, I volunteered at once. For all the jokes about how I didn’t know what I was letting myself in for, I’d never been so glad! What was more, Jenny’s sister turned out to be a sweet little thing so that was one way in which there wasn’t a family resemblance. Wearing vivid red shorts with a bright blue pattern she would have been hard to miss, especially since everything else she had on was black!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Lessons in Love
Jenny hadn’t spoken to me since I stood her up. I had bigger problems than that though, because I knew if I didn’t get at least as good as that girl and her age-group at gym I’d be bumped down a grade further, and I suspected I’d die of embarrassment if I had to go back to Beginners! Next day was Saturday so I decided to go round to see my friend and get some practice in.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Flashback Starts
When I first met Jenny she was shorter than she was now, and her legs more milk-bottly. She still had the same straight fair hair though, and glasses, and a younger version of the same pensive little face I knew. And oh, she smelled sweet! She used to go a bit overboard on the perfume, so that walking home from school I could smell her even when she was quite a distance ahead of me. The whole road would be sweet with Jenny, in more ways that one.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Wildflower, Chapter Two
“Mini-Flash Robin. Would you rather I wrote it on that bit of wall beside you, instead of the blackboard?” Neetra taught that class once or twice a week, as everyone had to do a little filling-in with several of Nottingham’s senior players away on Joe’s business-trip. It wasn’t as if Mini-Flash Robin was even that bad a student, but lately all Neetra had seen of him was the back of his head. As soon as she said his name he whirled round, looking flushed and flurried. Tearing his gaze from that garment on its peg seemed to take more out of him every time.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
