Vision: Three Line Tales


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Juliet’s friends warned her but she laughed them off. It was common practice to date off the internet. Now, she stared nervously at their meeting place. Her stomach clenched. Dread invaded her bones. She fought flight. ‘Dam,’ she thought, ‘the devil is in the detail.’

In response to Sonya’s 3 Line tales

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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7 Responses to Vision: Three Line Tales

  1. Rebel Girl says:

    Merry Christmas!

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  2. Just WOW! The devil indeed.

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  3. Jake says:

    “Spooky, isn’t it?” said a voice.

    Juliet realized she wasn’t alone. Some guy was standing next to her, tonguing the straw on a Big Gulp.

    “Yep. Spooky shit right there. No way I’m going anywhere near that. Nuh uh. Not me.” He took a long drag on his soda.

    “Who are you?” said Juliet.

    “I’m Jake. Who are you?”

    “Juliet. What are you doing here?”

    “Not going anywhere near that death trap, that’s for damned sure. Found this nice-looking Hungarian girl on Tinder. New in town, she said. 420-friendly, she said. Looking for a good time, she said.” He took another long sip and finished his drink. “Sure. And I’m some Jonathan Harker type, and this isn’t a thinly veiled Dracula reskin.”

    “No, I mean, what are you doing in my blog?”

    “Oh. Uh. Beats me. I found this sweet ass Rolex on another blog, grabbed a drink at the 7/11 across the street, and saw you standing here. Looked like you might like some company.”

    “So you just break narratives and hijack comment sections?”

    “Yeah. Pretty much. And I, uh, I totally made up that bit about the Hungarian Tinder girl. I don’t know why I said that.”

    “Dude. Get out of my comments section.”

    “Alright. Okay. I’m sorry. I apologize. But seriously, don’t go in that tower thing. Nothing good can possibly come of it.”

    “Get out of here!”

    “Alright. I’m going. Have a nice night.”

    Jake waddled away, sucking at dregs.

    “Such an asshole,” said Juliet. “Go home!”

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  4. Juliet’s mind was made up after her encounter with Jake. She should just go home or then again perhaps, she should just check him out. Perhaps Jake was the devil and she had vanquished him.


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