Category Archives: Gayle Beveridge

Harsh Heritage

Dropped cake spoils her party dress. Her mum won’t wipe it, nor heed her tears. “Let her learn disappointment,” she says, lost in a memory.

©2011, Gayle Beveridge

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Not What He Bargained On

He thrashed his brother for his lollies; the spoils of war. Hiding in his room he gulped them all, the resultant stomach ache, a spoiler.

©2011, Gayle Beveridge

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A Different Wealth

“Wait,” his breath is on her face like a rasp, “Oil will make us rich, we’ll not share it’s discovery,” but his love gone, she is poor now.

©2011, Gayle Beveridge

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And Then There was One

The police hunt for them had picked up pace. He was panicking. “We need an exit strategy.” She sighed and shot him, she so hated whingers.

©2011, Gayle Beveridge

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A Narrow Escape

There he is; he’s come to the party after all. “John,” she calls, “over here.” On hearing her voice, he hastily exits through the back door.

© 2011, Gayle Beveridge

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