Short Stories for Busy People

By Michelle Case

A collection of short stories for people who don't have the time to read a novel. The stories cover betrayal, murder and family life and friendship, there is a small element of sex, violence and bad language. The stories are intended for light entertainment for the times readers just want a brief distraction without having to read a huge book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Case
• Release date: Jul 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310171703

Michelle Case

Hello my name is Michelle Case,If you have happened to read my little book, thank you. I hope you have enjoyed it.

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Short Stories for Busy People

By Michelle Case

Copyright 2015 Michelle Case

Published by Michelle Case at Smashwords

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CONTENTS

Story 1: Sisterly Love

Story 2: The Party

Story 3: Micah’s Christmas

Story 4: Just Another Lender

Story 5: The Last Sausage

Story 6. The Opportunity Bus

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1

Sisterly Love

Sarah lay in sweat-soaked sheets trying to get her breath back. Her nightclothes clung to her body, restricting her movements as she reached out with her fingertips, feeling for the familiar cool smoothness of her bedside lamp. Pulling back the duvet and feeling the night air rush over her too-hot skin, she sat up for a moment with her head in hands trying to remember what it had been that she’d dreamt about. She touched her sore neck; she thought that whatever it was, it must have been bad, because her throat felt raw, as if she had been screaming. Sinking her hand into the softness of her new bed, she thought it was a shame that along with a bed, you couldn’t buy the capacity for a good night’s sleep.

As the physical effects of her forgotten nightmare receded, she admired her newly decorated bedroom. It was to her taste and specification, and it gave her a feeling of such joy when she looked at it.

She took a cigarette from the bedside table, and lit it up using the antique lighter she had bought a few days ago. It had a picture of a 1920’s flapper on the side, and the girl looked so happy and free. Sarah smiled at the picture while placing it on the table, as she flicked her fingers through her short blonde hair. She was still getting used to the feel of it; her hair had been waist length for years. Jim had preferred her hair long and he’d forbidden her to cut it. Everything about her appearance had been to please him; her fake tan always topped up, and every beauty product imaginable to keep the years at bay. She hated thinking how desperate she had been to keep looking like the girl that he’d fallen in love with.

Shoving her feet into her comfortable ratty slippers that he would never have tolerated, she smiled at her inner rebel. She rose from the bed and made her way down the stairs, enjoying the new freshness of the house. Pieces of art hung on the wall of the stairs. Modern art symbolised her tastes, not the boring copies of impressionist paintings that Jim had liked.

Entering the living room, her eyes examined her pride and joy: the large screen television. It had been twenty years since there’d been one in the house. Jim had believed it limited a person’s intellect. She took the remote from her glass coffee table, turning it on just for the noise. The quiet of the night always seemed to disturb her. She placed it back on the coffee table.

The light from the television reflected off the newly painted walls, casting shadows around the room. She rubbed out her cigarette; the mini mountain of stubs slid out of