Pang! by Catalina Carpan

The sound of glass shattering startled her. ‘That damned cat!’ Laura thought as she started sweeping. She had detested that vase for as long as she could remember. In fact, one of her earliest memories was that damned raffle where instead of the beautiful ‘celestial blue’ dress, she won this ugly pot. She was five and that was a tragedy. Forty something years had passed and there it still was, disappointing as ever, incessantly mocking her … until today!

As she dumped the last of the glass into the bin, Laura grinned with satisfaction like she was five all over again.

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A Generation Thing, by Fliss Zakaszewska

The man twitched his tie and straightened his jacket as he looked sternly at the guy in jeans and a tee-shirt.

“What precisely are your intentions towards her?” he asked.

The guy grinned and took his hands out of his pockets. “Totally dishonourable.”

“Tch!” He turned to the woman. “You?”

She shrugged with calculated indifference. “Pretty much the same, I guess.”

“You GUESS?”

She smiled and pulled a hair off the man’s suit. “Son, I don’t want another husband. If I want to have a lover, I shall. As you were fond of saying, ‘get over it’.”

Little Swimmer, by Maura Yzmore

“Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you upset?”

“Gillian said today that I’d never be a good swimmer.”

“What? That’s nonsense. You’re just a bit younger than she is; your feet still need to grow. I bet, by this time next year, you’ll swim faster than she does.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Now let’s go get some lunch. How about tuna?”

“Tuna sounds great!”

Bubbles sucked clean salty water into her gills and grinned, revealing four rows of teeth. By next year, the webbing on her feet will be complete, and she will swim as fast as Mom!

The Cat Dance, by Susan Church

My knees crunch and my back sends a little jolt of pain up my spine. Just a friendly reminder that I will soon be 70. My devilish cat, always on the lookout for mischief, decides to walk slowly in front of me and then stop short. Now we do the cat dance–I try not to step on him- I do a little shuffle and hop, hoping to clear his languid body. This is the thanks I get for all that tuna? Next time I may just step on his fat tail!

Hit And Run, by Charles Boorman

The police appealed for information after the “hit and run” incident. A man delivered to hospital with cuts and bruises claimed he had been knocked down near the bird sanctuary. The perpetrator failed to stop at the scene.

The police issued a description of the suspect. He is thought to be white, about 1.5 metres in height and portly with a waddling gait.

The police also said the suspect could be wearing a ring on his left leg and warned the public not to approach him. “Mute swans can be very aggressive, especially big cobs like this one,” they said.