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Jenny-one for Tennis?
The sun was high in the spare bedroom at Jenny’s house when slowly I awoke. The first thing I saw was her, and she made my heart flutter almost unbearably because she had her tennis whites on. She was already clean and showered, so that the smell of her was awesome. I was very embarrassed to be seen first thing in the morning when she was like that.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Sibling Rivalry
After a morning like that I was ready to jump at any chance to put some proper clothes on and get away at least for an hour or two. So, when Jenny’s little sister suddenly badly needed to go into town and there was no-one free to take her, I volunteered at once. For all the jokes about how I didn’t know what I was letting myself in for, I’d never been so glad! What was more, Jenny’s sister turned out to be a sweet little thing so that was one way in which there wasn’t a family resemblance. Wearing vivid red shorts with a bright blue pattern she would have been hard to miss, especially since everything else she had on was black!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Lessons in Love
Jenny hadn’t spoken to me since I stood her up. I had bigger problems than that though, because I knew if I didn’t get at least as good as that girl and her age-group at gym I’d be bumped down a grade further, and I suspected I’d die of embarrassment if I had to go back to Beginners! Next day was Saturday so I decided to go round to see my friend and get some practice in.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Flashback Starts
When I first met Jenny she was shorter than she was now, and her legs more milk-bottly. She still had the same straight fair hair though, and glasses, and a younger version of the same pensive little face I knew. And oh, she smelled sweet! She used to go a bit overboard on the perfume, so that walking home from school I could smell her even when she was quite a distance ahead of me. The whole road would be sweet with Jenny, in more ways that one.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Wildflower, Chapter Two
“Mini-Flash Robin. Would you rather I wrote it on that bit of wall beside you, instead of the blackboard?” Neetra taught that class once or twice a week, as everyone had to do a little filling-in with several of Nottingham’s senior players away on Joe’s business-trip. It wasn’t as if Mini-Flash Robin was even that bad a student, but lately all Neetra had seen of him was the back of his head. As soon as she said his name he whirled round, looking flushed and flurried. Tearing his gaze from that garment on its peg seemed to take more out of him every time.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Wildflower, Chapter Three
Next heartbeat a burst of yellow light brought Neetra to the last destination Scientooth would likely have expected. It was one of her favourite places in Nottingham, and she regretted there was no time to enjoy it properly now. On the other hand she was lucky Joe was away, because that meant she’d been planning to do so and had already set the room up in readiness.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Wildflower, Chapter Four
So much for swine. But speaking of sending people out of the country, Neetra had ground to make up. She and Mini-Flash Juniper faced each other over a strip of shore. The miracle of Neetra’s magic mud was that after working its wonders it slipped from skin without leaving so much as a smudge, so she was clean as could be and smelled great for her interview even if it was the first one she’d officiated thus. Her interviewee however seemed to have taken one look at the panel and started getting ready herself. The boots were already off, and the tunic was next. Less than a minute ago Neetra would have thought her job done, because Mini-Flash Juniper was preparing to leave.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter Two
The restaurant’s back-exit let onto an alley with two mouths. While most of the Mini-Flashes went out front to scare Petunia and Dacks in that direction, the remainder waited in their parked cars and covered both escape-routes. At one end of the alleyway brooded Mini-Flash Meteor, and at the other sat Mini-Flash Bobbypins with 4-H-N. Bobbypins had in an understated way been quite insistent about this arrangement, and it wasn’t long at all before she revealed why.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
