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Lunchtime Stories
Lunchtime Stories
Lunchtime Stories
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Lunchtime Stories

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collection of flash fiction to get you through your lunch break. These are four short stories were written for different prompts.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 7, 2017
ISBN9781537830360
Lunchtime Stories
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Annemarie Musawale

I'm a Kenyan writer with a wider world view. I love to write stories that will edutain but not bog you down with the lesson. I want to say I write so you can read for fun, but on second thought, my stories do tend to get deep. I don't mean to. It's just how it goes. Enjoy it anyway. cry, laugh, cuss me out, read again.  If you want to cuss me out in person, seek me out on my website. I look forward to speaking with you about my stories.

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    Lunchtime Stories - Annemarie Musawale

    Bitch Better Have My Money

    The ringing telephone woke her with a start. It was so loud and insistent.  She was used to the soft tones of Westlife on her cell phone.

    Who kept these old-fashioned clonkers around anymore anyway?

    The phone wasn't even a touch phone, but one of those old ones, which had to be at least thirty years old. The telephone was fitted with a Dial, Automatic, 21FA.  This had a number ring with black figures on an antique silver background and a transparent fingerplate.  The dial cord had spade-tags at one end for connection to the dial terminals and ring-tags at the other for connection to the telephone terminals.

    Diana hadn't seen its type since she'd been no more than a tween. But now here she was, in Back Water Australia, on a sheep farm, unable to sleep for fear of some king cobra curling itself around her.  Confronted with the shrilly ringing contraption that used to be a communication device back when the earth was cooling.

    She reached out hesitantly and picked it up.

    ’lo, she said sleepily, her voice rough and cracked with disuse.

    There was no one else to talk to for miles.

    Di! You’re still alive. That’s great. How’s it going? Andrew’s cheerful voice danced down the line, sharp and clear as if

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