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The Meeting

“I would have picked somewhere more…” she paused, eyeing up the two sea-gulls screaming at each other at the edge of the shore while he wrestled with the clasp on his briefcase.

Their cars waited on the cracked, weed strewed concrete, three hundred yards behind them. It was the sort of beach that struggled to find warm days in Summer. She pulled her jacket tighter and looked back at the contact.

“This isn’t a place where you can meet someone unnoticed.” she said.

“It’s fine.” he reassured her, the briefcase popping open at last. “No one alive for fifty miles.”


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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.


  1. Dear Carol,

    You have me wondering what this meeting’s about and if her minutes are numbered. I also found the cars three hundred years behind them intriguing. Could you have meant three hundred yards?



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