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Fog loitered in the air with a surly malevolence. A distant muffled scream, cut prematurely short. Minutes later, murky blue flashes; a siren cutting the night like a scalpel.

A nurse turned the tv off, 'another war, senseless waste of life.'

Mary lay on her back sweating. No time for an epidural. Joe’s parting remark echoing; door slam like a gunshot, 'Slut! I shoot blanks!’

'One more push,' coaxed the weary midwife.

A cry. A tired smile. ‘It’s a baby boy.’

Out of the East came three shadowy figures, under the flickering sign for the Star Inn; hope to bestow.

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    Alex Munro over 4 years ago

    Written for the 100 word story website. Has a photo prompt this month of 3 mysterious figures - and this is what I've ended up with. I enjoy the challenge, even if I don't always hit the thematic mark.

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    Neville Hunt over 4 years ago

    This is great writing, Alex. You had me guessing to the end - good for drabbles in particular. I love the night cut like a scalpel metaphor. Content terrific. I loved it.

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    Alex Munro over 4 years ago

    Thanks Neville. Your kind words are always much appreciated.

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    D.M. over 4 years ago

    Interesting retake of an old story.

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