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Packing

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1. Clothes Tops: shirts and hoodies, Jeans: ripped, skinny, bootleg Skirts: mini, maxi, puff Bras: underwired and padded Knickers: pretty ones only Shoes: heels, flats, Converse 2. Makeup (ditch dried-up nail varnish) 3.… Read More

Baptism of Fire

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October 1st. Ruth’s baptism day. A chapel packed with friends, relatives and the plain curious. Only the front pew was empty. It was solid, sturdy, larger and grander than the others, its arms… Read More

The Earth Moved

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The work was hard; he had been digging all his life. The rewards were meagre, but enough to sustain his diminutive body. At least he had fulfilled his purpose in life, by producing… Read More

Ivory Towers

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On the planet Ibis, covered in turquoise ocean, a young warrior stood on a white beach looking to the sky tinged green and the harsh binary stars. The warrior’s name was Malock and… Read More

Mystery Lady on the Train

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Are you the lady who was travelling from Birmingham to Torquay on Friday28th October? We met at Gloucester and travelled on the 11.30am train to Paignton. You left the train at Torre to… Read More

The Loving Placement of Fish

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‘Emily.’ The policewoman is back. The hospital pillow crackles as Emily rolls her head away. ‘Tell me about Leo Tymoshenko.’ Words form ragged queues around the firestorm scars in Emily’s brain. ‘He was… Read More

Polishing the Air

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West London, traffic lights at red. On National Express 035 bus, sitting high up near the back, good view over the stopped traffic. My eyes light on floor to ceiling glass, the length… Read More

Trapped in Nomansland

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The air in the house has become stale and still. Things keep going missing and they are pointing the blame my way. I didn’t take any trinket, I have more interesting things to… Read More

Almost

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From the way she scooped him from his buggy, shushed him, kissed his tears and hugged him all the way home, he might almost have been hers. Martha Williams Martha Williams lives and… Read More

SKIMMING

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I flick my wrist and watch as the flat pebble slices its way through the air. The distinct arc of its flight is mirrored in the calm, silvery water of the pond. It’s… Read More

A Wartime Secret

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‘It was bone-chilling cold, snow was sifting down from the sky. Through the blizzard I caught fleeting glimpses of light. I stumbled towards it. Eventually I made out the shape of a building,… Read More

Neil Armstrong in NORTH Somerset

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It’s an unlikely story I’ll admit, the first man to walk on the moon turning up at our village pub in North Somerset almost unrecognised twenty years on (this was 1989). He may… Read More

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