Silverlink Writing Group: The Writers


Beth Anderson

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Page last up dated 2 November 2009


Silverlink Writing Group Competition October 2008:- 500 words starting with:- The dark clouds rolled in as the thunder rumbled across the sky.

Word Count = 499

WINNER of the Silverlink Writing Group

Competition October 2008

Halloween Baby

The dark clouds rolled in as the thunder rumbled across the sky.  Kerry sighed, patting her stomach idly.  Definitely not birthday weather.  She couldn’t wait to get home so she could tell David the news.  If only the sun was still out it would have been perfect.
‘Every year.  Why can’t it be sunny, just once?’

David sighed, slowing for the roundabout.  ‘You were born on Halloween, Kez.  You’re never going to have bikini weather for your birthday.’

Kerry screwed up her face.  ‘But today started so well!  First thing was lovely, all crisp and sunny.  Why couldn’t it have lasted?’

Another lorry rumbled past, rattling their Clio.  There seemed to be hundreds of lorries round today.  Lightning flashed, followed immediately by thunder.  Kerry jumped.

‘Storm’s directly overhead, Kez.  Scared?’

Kerry snorted.  ‘Not likely.  Gotta be something proper scary to make a Halloween baby jump.’

The traffic had got even worse.  David inched forward, looking for a gap.  ‘It’ll be bedtime before we get home at this rate.’

Kerry wasn’t listening.  ‘Hey, look at that!’  She gestured at a sign.  ‘Halloween 2009.  Party here tonight.  2009?  They’re a bit early, aren’t they?  Advertising their party a year in advance!’ 

David pulled out into a barely-there gap and accelerated across the roundabout, lit up by another lightning flash against the gloom.  ‘Yeah, hilarious.  We’ll come back later and get them told, eh?’

 A raindrop hit the windscreen, heavy and fat.  Then another. 

‘Rain at last.  Hasn’t rained in weeks.’

‘Doesn’t need to start on my birthday then, does it?’

‘Leave it out, Kez.  We’ll be home soon.  At least the trick or treaters should leave us alone for once.’

‘Will you stop seeing the bright side of everything?  Drives me mental!’  Kerry hunched over, looked out of the window as they came to a stop again.  A girl was facing her on the pavement, rain soaking her short dark-brown hair, standing next to a pile of bouquets of flowers.  Her face was entirely white, as though all the blood had drained from her head; her eyes open too wide, her hand stretched out.  ‘Wonder what’s wrong with her?’

David glanced over to see what Kerry was talking about.

So neither of them saw the lorry skidding towards them.

Maybe that was a blessing, that they never knew what happened.  The police report said they’d both died instantly.

The girl standing at the roadside was not so lucky.  She watched the impact.  Saw the horror of the lorry driver as he realised what was inevitable, heard the metal crunch. 

Watched car and lorry disappear. 

She’d never believed in ghosts before.  But everyone knew about that tragic accident last Halloween.  Kerry Monaghan and David Smalley, the fatal accident on the way home from work.  They would never reach the surprise party David had arranged for Kerry’s twenty-first.

David would never find out Kerry was pregnant.

Kerry would never get her bikini-clad birthday. 

And it looked like they’d relive that journey forever.


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