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The Lesser Gatsby

The Great Gatsby revisited. Continue reading

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Keep On Running

I run. And run. Up ahead in a yard, opposite the newly built office block, Tempora House, an old woman is hanging up her washing. She’s an early bird. Mrs Ferguson. I know her name. We villagers know all our … Continue reading

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Hearing Voices

  You think you know what it’s like when you pass through the doors of the Accident & Emergency department in one of our NHS hospitals. And if you don’t, no doubt one day you will. What you don’t get … Continue reading

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Voices out of Time

Daytime. Mid-summer. A woman wearing a red dress and a black top is pushing a trolley full of shopping bags through a department store in the direction of the exit. The expensive watch which she wears on her right wrist … Continue reading

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Everyman – the Christmas Edition

How long is it since anyone saw Death all black-hooded and robed with one of those old fashioned scythes in his hand? Years, I suspect. Or decades. For whatever reason, Death’s gone all modern, likes to read the fashion magazines, likes … Continue reading

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The Pram

She jumped off the bridge at around midday on that warm, sunny day. There were witnesses, several of them. “I saw her climb up onto the wall about a hundred yards from me. It was like a dream. I ran … Continue reading

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Lovely Ladies, Lucky Widows

Wednesday. It’s Wednesday again. It’s the day for Esther’s Wednesday friends, the three old friends, Martha (the queen bee) from schooldays, Amanda (the blue stocking) from those halcyon days at university, and Katie (the assassin), an ex-colleague of Esther’s at … Continue reading

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Nice to be Needed

Being stuck at home with a busted leg bone does have its advantages even for an active and life-loving guy like me. For one, there’s tea and biscuits nearly all day, what with the stream of friends and colleagues visiting … Continue reading

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You laughin’ at me?

Written for Mondays Finish the Story: they supply the first line and the image and challenge us to write a 100 to 150 word story. Here’s my entry for the week: Are you laughing at me? At me? I hope … Continue reading

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Into the Unknown

Four of them at the table. He sat rigid in his seat, as tense as a John le Carre cold war warrior making a mid-winter illegal border crossing. He moved to wipe a thin film of perspiration from his forehead … Continue reading

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