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Life in Lockdown with Cupcakes

8/23/2020

by J. L. HARLAND

Miss G Thumb by Justin Carmody | Flickr

‘Where the hell have you been?’

Steven shrugged when he saw Dad’s frowning face. ‘Just went to the shop.’ He looked at the floor and leaned against the wall. Best to look casual, unfazed. Hope the storm passed.

‘Don’t lean against that wall. It’s just been decorated. I hope you didn’t get close to anyone. Grandma’s vulnerable and she –‘

Grandma appeared like the genie in the lamp. She winked at Steven.

‘Shut up, Paul. I asked the lad to go. Get some ciggies for me. I ran out.’

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8/8/2020

by P. L. WATTS

horse drawn carriage by beexxohh | Flickr

They’re meant to have left for the hunt nearly an hour hence, but the child has still not emerged from her room. Typical. She must know she’s holding up the entire household—and how important this is to her father. Marguerite steals another glance at the Monsieur. His face is stormy; his immaculate black shoes tap the floor with increasing impatience. Marguerite would go find the child herself if it wouldn’t mean crossing his line of vision . . .

She shivers.

After what feels like a fortnight, Mellian finally arrives. The room freezes.

She is the vainest child Marguerite has ever known, but today her hair hangs limp and stringy. Dark circles ring her eyes. And she is wearing an absurd brown dress that makes her look sallow and ill. Where did she even get such a thing? A tension headache mounts Marguerite’s shoulders. She looks at Marais, again. His jaw clenches.

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