Category: Fiction
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Passing Back the Wisdom
“Knowing what you know now, write a letter using exactly 100 words to yourself at the age of sixteen.” That might be fun, thought Nick. Surely it was only fair to give the boy the benefit of his experience?
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The Golden Tree of St Francis
A woman was screaming. Pitched halfway between fear and anger, loud and sustained. An adult woman, Dan thought, yet there was a note of petulance, the suggestion of a toddler tantrum.
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Finish line
Negative thoughts swim in. When my Garmin reaches sixteen miles, my first thought is great, only ten more miles to go. But no, the official marker is still point one of a mile away. And the distance is 26.2, not 26. Somehow that 0.3 acquires a crushing weight in my…


