In Competition No. 3220, you were invited to supply a newly discovered short story by a well-known 19th- or 20th-century poet.
In a distinguished entry, Nick MacKinnon’s tale — unearthed in Wendy Cope’s archive and featuring the poet herself and her alter ego Jake/Jason Strugnell — stood out; as did Brian Murdoch’s T.S. Eliot, showing his hard-boiled side. It was especially painful to separate winners from losers this week, but after much humming and hawing I have awarded £25 each to the six printed below. Honourable mentions go to runners-up Moray McGowan, R.M. Goddard, Joe Houlihan, Frank Upton and David Shields.
He walked with slow, ruminative steps past the wheelbarrow, its red paint glistening with memories of the rainstorm under the still overcast sky. The chickens, white-feathered and dim-witted, clucked and pecked as best they could. So much depended, he mused. So very much seemed to depend upon every minute detail of this scene, the rustic conveyance and the homely flock of domestic fowl.
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