Prejudice Stories

“So, do you want to?” he asked her late one night, as she was mid-shift getting ready for bed. She gave him her serpent eyes and a slow blink. He lowered his gaze out of respect and muttered an apology and let her finish her shift so that she could get into the coiling pose that they liked to sleep in. His hands caressed her sleek cobra scales as she wound herself around him. He had fallen asleep before he remembered to r...

Bad Day for UKIP Chelsea Ladies' CollegeOUR VISIONTo embody excellence, independence, inspiration and empowerment in the education of women.Motto: Cœlesti Luce Crescat (May she grow in Heavenly light)________________________________________________Margaret, named after her father's favourite Prime Minister, and Winifred, tragically and tenuously named after her father's favourite Prime Minister, understandably preferred t...

At four in the afternoon, Tim picks Abbie up from work, and they head home to get ready for the reception starting at seven.  They have plenty of time as the festivities will be in the atrium at Microga Headquarters, where Tim works.  A short drive back to it. Abbie is still a bit hesitant about the reception and what kind of acceptance her entrance with Tim will make.  She tells herself to put aside her worries and suppo...

After all six celebrating Tim’s promotion, they all gather together again a couple of days later.  It is the first Thursday suppers at Tim and Abbie’s home.  Dinner fixed by Tim is delicious, and they were having a wonderful time enjoying the food and conversation. During dinner, Tim turns to Abbie and says, “Honey, Microga is having a reception and then dinner tomorrow night to formally acknowledge my new position.  We w...

A pair of blue-tits was fighting each other for exclusive access to the peanut holder Heather had just attached to the bird table. A female pheasant’s dull brown feathers twitched under a bush as it waited for Heather to return to the cottage kitchen. Then it could peck at the seeds scattered liberally at the foot of the rotting bird table Heather smiled. She pushed open the door to the kitchen where her daughter, Paula,...