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Tag Archives: Very short story
Seeing Things
He saw himself as an international cat burglar wanted by Interpol for a number of daring fourth floor robberies of the rich and famous holidaying in the Mediterranean playground of St Tropez and Monaco. Grace, his long suffering wife, saw … Continue reading
The Patriot
He had always reckoned there was something subversive about Mr Wells and the room at the back of the old man’s high street watch and clock repair emporium. The well-oiled lock offered little resistance. What he found, no decent person … Continue reading
Snow
There were never enough prison guards, there never would be, so they spent most of their time banged up in their cell, just the two of them, roommates by chance, friends by choice. They read a lot (Zane Grey, Elmore … Continue reading
Windfall
By the time we get out of bed at just before midday, the morning wind and rain have eased. “More apples in the yard,” I say. She just nods, too busy looking for the gin bottle; she needs help with … Continue reading
Starlene
You’d think that being abducted by aliens would involve a trip in a spaceship and being strapped onto an operating table to be x-rayed and probed by some tiny green two-headed creatures who are looking to colonise earth and strip … Continue reading
Downs and ups of lockdown
“Nah, we’re fine, making do. We go for walks, do a bit of Facetime, spend time on the phone, keep in touch with kith and kin, read a book or two. Watching a lot more telly, Netflix and the like; … Continue reading
Can it be that time already?
The gentle beeps from the monitor surprised her. As did the almost imperceptible vibrations in the tube leading into her digestive system. Using the controls built into the armrest of her pod she raised herself to a seated position, looked … Continue reading
You Gotta Have Faith
He checked the street sign, glanced down at his map, checked the street sign again. He crossed the road, entered the park. Using his compass he measured out fifty paces in a northerly direction. A gaggle of school kids waved … Continue reading
Pile ’em high
The cure, he said, can be found at the end of the rainbow. Ignore that old shepherd’s tale that there’s a crock of gold to be found; that’s a load of sheepshit. Until then, he said, you can stave off … Continue reading
Murder Most Fowl
“Let him call his lawyer. He’s already confessed.” “Sparrow? Was there a witness?” “Yep. Fly, with his little eye, he saw him die.” “Any forensics to support our case?” “Bow and arrow are being dusted for prints. Fish collected blood … Continue reading
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