Wild Fiction

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James paused just long enough during the description of a goal shot to say ‘no’ before continuing with his animated commentary. He completed it by dropping a rolled up ball of paper on the floor and kicking it towards a kitchen cupboard as if he could provide a live action replay of what had happened. At this point the author decided to end all talk about football for two reasons. Firstly, he had become bored with it and secondly, he had reached the limit of his knowledge on the subject.
‘Well I’ve discovered that Genevieve’s pregnant and that the author’s not the father,’ Rebecca said pulling herself to her full height. There was silence in the kitchen.
‘What?’ Conrad looked confused.
Rebecca launched into a description of what she had found and her subsequent discussion with the author.
‘I hope you washed your hands,’ James said.
‘Shut up,’ she retorted.
‘Well that puts another perspective on things,’ Conrad said. ‘Do we have any idea who the father could be?’
Rebecca peeled an orange while James filled Conrad in on Genevieve’s personal trainer and their suspicions that the two of them were having an affair. Rebecca added what she had overheard in the hairdressers. She noticed Conrad looking at her hair. Rebecca blushed and pulled it across her nose and mouth to hide her face.
The crunching sound of a car coming up the driveway caught their attention and James ran to the window.
‘She’s back,’ he shouted. He ran to the bottom of the stairs and shouted up to the author. ‘Your wife is back, I thought you said she wouldn’t be back until tonight. You can find us in the basement.’
‘Come on,’ Conrad said to Rebecca taking her hand and pulling her behind him.
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Genevieve threw the Jaguar into the tight narrow country lanes. Her right hand held firmly onto the small steering wheel while her left hand moved through the gears and kept the engine over-revving. I love this car she thought to herself. She could feel the power surge through to the back of her seat every time she nudged the accelerator.

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