(Fiction) Friday and Sunday Scriblings!

I've been greedy this week! I've done two contrasting pieces for (Fiction) Friday. I can't mention the prompt because it will spoil the punchlines! These are swiftly followed by my Sunday Scribblings contribution.
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The first

Her consultant gave her a clean bill of health. For five long years she had ridden a see-saw of soaring elation followed by dark depths of despair. Once her days were numbered. Then she was in remission. Just as she began to put her illness behind her she was told things had taken an unexpected turn for the worse. Then sorry, it was a false alarm. And so it went on. Until today.

Today things were different. Today she knew that she had the final answer. Today she smiled. Her consultant smiled. For five long years they had shared moments of soaring elation followed by dark depths of despair. Now they knew beyond doubt it was over. The end of an unchosen relationship. So close had they become that through tears of mutual relief they said as one – ‘I never want to see you again!!’
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The second
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‘Don’t even think about it’ she said in a menacing half whisper. ‘I’m going to ask you just once. Will you please let go of my wrists?’ His grip tightened and she stared at him through half closed eyes. ‘Let GO’ she yelled, momentarily causing to loosen his grip. She ran backwards until she found herself with her back to the wall. As he prowled toward her she said in a measured tone ‘It’s over. I told you it’s OVER’
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‘Let go of my hair you bastard. Let go NOW’ she screamed. She kneed him in the groin and he crumpled to the floor. She ran for the door and fumbled with lock.’ Open damn you - OPEN’ she screeched.
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He climbed to his feet and with demon eyes he began to lurch toward her. Again she attacked him, this time with the full force of her foot. Again he fell to the floor writhing in pain. She punched and kicked the door and suddenly it swung open.
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She pulled the ring from her finger and flung at him. Dashing out into the street she turned back and pointed her finger at him. ‘I never – EVER - want to see you again’.


This is my little bit of nonsense based on this weeks Sunday Scribblings prompt - 'Date'

He was so excited! For years he has seen his older sister preening herself before her mirror in preparation for her latest date! Now it was his turn!
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It was to be his first date. His rite of passage into manhood! Ok, he was only five feet tall and had a chin as smooth as a baby’s bum! But now it was time to put away his Action man and claim his own personal Barbie doll!
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What to wear. Now there’s a problem. Until today he put on whatever his Mum chose for him. But today, for the first time in his life, HE was going to decide! Should it be the laid back look with jeans and a tee shirt, or that smart pair of Chinos he had refused to acknowledge when he was given them back in the summer.
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He looked at his hair. It never seemed important until today. He turned his head one way then the other. Should he go get the kitchen scissors and lop off the bit that always stuck up at the back? Sudden horror! That zit! It wasn’t there this morning. Why did it choose today to glow like a beacon on his nose?
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He felt sick. His stomach gurgled. He felt giddy. Pull yourself together! Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Your grown up life.
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He swaggered up the road toward the park. He glanced at his watch. Would she be waiting for him? Would he be first to arrive? Nearly there.
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He walked over to third bench on the right beside the duck pond. She wasn’t there yet, but then he was a little early. Ten minutes later he was still waiting. But then girls like to keep boys waiting. At least, that’s what his sister told him.
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The sun went down. The playground emptied and the ducks swam back to the island.
He sniffed as he tried to stop a tear trickling down his cheek. It was true what they said about girls. He should have listened to his mates. He should have gone with them this evening. They were finishing the camp they were building in the woods. They were having fun. He had been stood up on his first date.