Artigos de Wordflow - Jo Carter

Unfaithful

“I´ve never thought as myself as a bad person; I´m not, am I?” Annie asked, frowning slightly.

Sprinkles or sauce?

The two little girls stood patiently in the queue, as they´d been doing for ten minutes or more. Strictly speaking they were neither in the queue (which passed around them, meanly) nor waiting patiently (as they were simply waiting, without the luxury of patience or not). One of them (Jenny) was beginning to feel a tingling between her legs; she needed a wee, it seemed. It was very hot. Their clasped hands were slick with sweat and Jenny (again) was feeling wobbly in her legs.

Best friends

The skipping rope snapped with its lazy rhythm against the almost sticky asphalt. The playground was full, but slightly quieter than usual, the children seeming almost becalmed by the heat.

The Allotment Holders

A conversation amongst vegetables.

Giving up the ghost

She shuffled slowly towards the window, her swollen feet uncomfortably overflowing the formless slippers that her son had bought her too many years ago. It was a beautiful morning, sharp and clear, the sort of morning that in a so distant past would have called her out running onto the frosty lawn, trainers crunching on the still slightly frozen gravel and out onto the lane towards the river.