Playing the outside rule
Having driven miles for our writers’ group’s weekly meeting, carrying last week’s completed homework, I parked outside the Dun Cow and headed for the room dedicated to us every Wednesday. I’d arrived early, figuring everyone would head off early tonight for the Semi-Final.
I stepped through the door. A crowd tonight. I recognised nobody. A large group of face-painted, waistcoated English Nationalists sat in our seats at our table. I hesitated... then went off. I’d been given a red card.
Arriving home, Facebook suddenly announced our group inhabiting the pub’s garden.... awarding themselves a yellow card. Foul play!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Christopher almost 6 years ago
I wish we had something like a writer's group around where I live. But this town is so small and dead about the only thing people write around here are their wills!
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Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
Why not start one Christopher? You could advertise it in the local shops/stores and you might find quite a bit of enthusiasm for it locally.
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Christopher almost 6 years ago
I might do that after this year. I'm going to be tied up with these surgeries and recovery until the end of the year.
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Peter Henderson almost 6 years ago
Ah well you know now to check the alternate location. Wish you all the best Christopher.
