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Every cloud

Every cloud has a silver lining. Continue reading

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Bent, broken and busted

Drain the swamp – you’ll find me. I used to be important, used to have clout. And then it all went wrong. I reached that age – you know, THAT age – that age when the boss calls you in, … Continue reading

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Case closed

The policeman sat on the very chair that Victor had used to ward off the lions in the ring. The other performers couldn’t understand it. “Those beasts were vegetarians.” “Victor would feed them cornflakes and milk in the morning,” said Coco … Continue reading

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Lilies for the dead

Revenge is best served cold, they say, and they are right. He stared out of the window – not a soul in sight – not surprising when you think how many shots he fired in such a few joyous minutes. … Continue reading

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He knows

“The three guys in the back are shouting, ‘Faster, faster, overtake, overtake.’ They’re seriously wasted. We all are. Even Gemma, two weeks outta school, first tattoo still scabbing, first jaunt with us older dudes. Drinking vodka. Neat! Vodka – it’s a Russian drink.” … Continue reading

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Tracks

He had to get away and take his family with him. He had satirized The Leader, mocked his tweets, doubted his ability to rebuild the country. Only last night he had had a visit – men in sharp suits knocking at … Continue reading

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Food for Thought

Billy Barter got early notice that the Apostrophe Police were going to be out in force the week after. He stepped outside the diner, looked at the sign, went back in and called an extraordinary staff meeting – waiters, flippers, … Continue reading

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Obituary: Danny Burlap

Danny Burlap was well known in the squares of central London. Each evening he would wheel his piano to his chosen places and spend thirty minutes or so playing anything from Mozart through Scott Joplin to Keith Jarrett. The public … Continue reading

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Never Trust A Nightingale

We got together around August last. At first we sang folk songs, sea shanties, some spirituals. And then a bunch of sheep said, Get yourself a teacher. We settled on a nightingale from the local wood. She agreed to work … Continue reading

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Don’t look up, don’t smile

Nobody underneath the path of the drone could hear it as it cruised undetected over the bay, losing height as it approached the near-deserted beach. A thousand miles away a tall man leant over the drone pilot watching the screen. … Continue reading

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