Category: Short story
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Last of the pre-9ers
I didn’t want to do it, but the money they offered was good, really good. I had to think of my 34 great-great grandchildren.
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The Excellent Trap
…there had been no career plan, just trial and error, opportunistic – sometimes desperate – leaps from rock to rock.
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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…
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Six Spades
Aelwyn felt the familiar tingle of anticipation as he turned over his cards, and held them close to examine them. Not bad, there might be something on here…
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Pulled Pork Baguette with a Side of Grief
I floundered at the enormity and horror of what she had just told me, and feebly attempted a few words of sympathy.
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Midnight
I had to bring Emily to this place, to this beautiful place, where my mother brought me twenty-seven years ago.
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The Restless Miller
I stared in disbelief and fear for some time, before I finally switched on my bedside light. There was nothing there…
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At Pantclyd Farm
Thomas lay on his side, his head turned away. Richard contemplated him, His mouth was dry as he took in the strong back and the muscular brown arms.
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The Fisherman’s Girl
She said nothing and looked at the milk bottle. Then gave a little shrug of acceptance, but seemed subdued while she ate her cereal. Warning: Suicide theme
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High Barnet Train
Kate, not usually demonstrative, broke off from planting her patch of garden, and ran to give Dad a long, slow hug. Almost as if she knew. Warning: Suicide theme
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