Margaret Flood
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Stories (12/0)
A Journey of Faith
When I ended my call with Jane, I was angry and so frustrated I didn’t know what to do with myself. Jane was a very dear friend but unfortunately for me, a hopeless romantic. She just couldn’t understand why I was so mad at her for setting me up on a blind date.
By Margaret Flood2 years ago in Fiction
THE GHOST OF A BOY
I was standing on the frozen pond, laughing when suddenly I heard a loud crack. As I looked around, I could see the horror etched on my friend’s face. I felt the ice tilt beneath my feet. I found myself sliding and my arms were flailing around as I tried to stop the fall. My friend’s hand reached out for me but I hit the icy water and . . . . . .
By Margaret Flood3 years ago in Fiction
COLOURS OF MY LIFE
I had the green light! No question. I saw it! Dashcams and traffic cameras would all back me up. Now, unfortunately, all I was seeing was a flashing kaleidoscope of colours – blue sky, red brake lights, yellow indicators – over and over, and then - blackness.
By Margaret Flood3 years ago in Fiction
BLIND FAITH
When I ended my call with Jane, I was angry and so frustrated I didn’t know what to do with myself. Jane was a very dear friend but unfortunately for me, a hopeless romantic. She just couldn’t understand why I was so mad at her for setting me up on a blind date.
By Margaret Flood3 years ago in Humans