Category Archives: Marion Twyman

THE PRIZE By Marion Twyman

Jill set the timer and stood watching the egg boil. How many times, she wondered, had she boiled Steve a breakfast egg ? Well they’d been married twelve years, so multiply three hundred and sixty five by twelve, deduct twelve … Continue reading

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ONE OF A PAIR By Marion Twyma

Betty Johnson was moving. Since her husband Albert had died five years previously, she had rattled around in the big house that had been their family home for over fifty years, in effect only using two or three rooms. Her … Continue reading

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A Bit of DIY By Marion Twyman

Dolly Parker was looking forward to the weekend. She smiled to herself as she flicked the duster over the already spotless sideboard. She hadn’t seen her sister for several “months, and she wanted to show off her newly decorated front room … Continue reading

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NO HIDING PLACE by Marion Twyman

‘Angie, it is you, isn’t it ?’ With those few words, the bottom dropped instantly out of my secure and untroubled world. I turned in response to the voice and the restraining hand on my arm, prepared to deny all … Continue reading

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SAFELY GATHERED IN by MARION TWYMAN

This was probably going to be our last holiday together as a family, before we went our own ways in life. My twin brother Will and I were 18, and would both be starting at Universities in a few weeks, … Continue reading

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COLD CALLER by Marion Twyman

He was a handsome, smartly dressed young man, with a friendly smile. The giveaway was the clipboard. “Good morning madam” he started. “I’m sorry” I interjected “I don’t have dealings with doorstep callers.”

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WHISKY ON THE ROCKS by Marion Twyman

It was a beautiful cut glass tumbler, not the usual petrol station give-away he was used to drinking from. The ice chinked as he raised the glass to the light, and the sun glinted on the amber coloured liquid. He … Continue reading

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