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Local News

He was certainly the oldest man in Whitby. Occasionally the odd cub reporter would be sent by the editor of the local rag to try and get a story. “Silly old bugger won’t ever tell us anything, but you have … Continue reading

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Exciting times

They’re starting to move into the new town houses next to the station. “Exclusive development.” Three stories high, two bathrooms – bedrooms you couldn’t swing a cat in. Integrated kitchen appliances, thermostatic shower to bathroom. Not enough garden space for … Continue reading

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Summertime fun

“It’s called camping.” “Uhuh?” “Yeah. You haul out this canvas house, a tent, that’s full of mould and dirt, clean it up, spend an hour folding it, and put it into the boot of the car together with awning, groundsheet, … Continue reading

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Playtime for playboys

“Scissors, rock, paper. C’mon, you big sissy.” “Sticks ‘n stones can break my bones. But words can never hurt me. Nya nya nya. Mummy’s boy.” “Cross that line, buddy, just cross that line.” “You cross this line. My line, you … Continue reading

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The Florist

In this world there are people you can trust. And those you can’t. Sometimes it’s difficult to know who falls into which category. It’s a bummer. We spend energy working out who to confide in, to deal with, to befriend; … Continue reading

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100 Words – Yellow

Being an outsider artist isn’t always easy. At first Ned’s latest urinal installation, Telephone – Yellow, didn’t attract positive write-ups, certainly not in the magazines that count. But he persisted. Later an agent started working for him and, despite Ned’s … Continue reading

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Petals fall

A dozen red roses. Chocolates. Meet the friends, meet the family. Share front door keys. Shop for ring. Plan wedding. Agree guest list, caterer. Choose flowers. Order limo. Make vows. Kiss. Lively music. Confetti showers. Child one, child two. Domesticity. … Continue reading

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Basic Skills

“Swivel on this,” he roared, stretching out his right arm, palm of hand facing upwards, middle finger pointing to the sky. “Swivel on this,” they echoed, mostly getting the gesture right – some body language is universal. “Again,” he said. … Continue reading

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Romance, doomed.

Our eyes met across the crowded room. Later, at the dinner table, I saw she was seated two places from me. I turned and said, “Hello.” Afterwards we chanced to meet in the orangery. “It must be fate,” I said. … Continue reading

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Modern Times

The office Twitterati are determined to hound me into the ground. When I walk through the open office I feel them watching, watching, tweeting, tweeting. Occasionally I catch someone’s eye; they return my gaze without blinking; I hear their infrasonic … Continue reading

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