{"id":27846,"date":"2007-02-01T16:15:50","date_gmt":"2007-02-01T16:15:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bohemiavillage.com\/?p=27846"},"modified":"2013-09-10T16:17:16","modified_gmt":"2013-09-10T15:17:16","slug":"suzy-stone-short-story-competition-2007","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.bohemiavillage.com\/?p=27846","title":{"rendered":"Suzy Stone – Short Story Competition 2007"},"content":{"rendered":"

Describe your perfect house<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The teacher said \u2018Class begin,\u2019 and the little girl shut her eyes tightly \u2026<\/p>\n

She was already in a far-away place. Far from the thoughts of her class mates as her teacher watched, wondering why this child spent her life day-dreaming.<\/p>\n

However, this time the girl was really thinking about the title of the story. She looked around her \u2018house\u2019 seeing them, feeling their needs and \u2018talking\u2019 to them in a way that no-one would understand. She had to write fast to catch up.<\/p>\n

However, her story was never told until now.<\/p>\n

Years later, she began to write a poem as Puss played with her pen. She called it \u201cTiger in my living room \u2013 not just a tiger in my head.\u201d Puss looked like he approved, even if her father hadn\u2019t when all those years ago he had screwed up her story and thrown it in the bin, telling her she had to start again and write about pretty rooms and babies. Getting off of the hammock, she just had time to feed Puss\u2019s family \u2013 they usually dropped by at this time for dinner, easier than hunting for it, she guessed. She hoped they wouldn\u2019t be late because she had to leave soon to make the long drive to the airport to meet her father on his first visit to India. She hadn\u2019t told him about Puss and his family, he might think she had an overactive imagination or whatever it was he said to her all those years before.<\/p>\n

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