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My All-But Empty Fridge

A chunk of cheese, a couple of eggs and a slice of cold beef, but that wouldn’t stretch to feed my friend who unexpectedly arrived. A trip to the shop to buy two smoked haddock fillets, new potatoes, and asparagus. … Continue reading

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CCC181: In memory

He was a tutor at the art college when work began on the new bridge. Every weekend and many evenings he’d be there, sketching, recording the progress. But the art college closed, and he moved away, so he hasn’t seen … Continue reading

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CCC176: The Move

Oh, what a flurry there was amongst the residents when Tud Hopper brought back the news. “A ‘legal paper’ slapped on us?” “Not on us. On our home,” Tud Hopper said. “But…but…” no one could spit out the words. “Reggie … Continue reading

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CCC173: King of the Castle

Guys, listen up. Hey, you, yes you, I’m talking to you. Let me give you a little tip to help you get a grip of your life-lessons. DO NOT, I said NOT SQUAWK INTO THE FACE OF ALL AROUND YOU … Continue reading

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The Mighty Quin

“Dummy!” Melissa swung her eyes round. “Dummy, here!” It took an effort to move her head. She wasn’t doing that till she knew who was calling. “Who are you?” “I am the Mighty Quin.” She laughed, though she kept it … Continue reading

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Calamitous Cake

You know my mother’s favourite saying? That’s a sure recipe for disaster. We kids used to laugh and say the outcome wouldn’t be so calamitous if only she would use one – for her cooking, that is. 36 words written … Continue reading

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My Father

My father, born under adventuresome Aries was hard to please Unlike Capricorn’s sure-footed mountain-goat. When he had a great fortune he would gloat A fortune, note, that we didn’t see Next day he’d swear he would rather shovel shit in … Continue reading

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First River Crossing

To trip on First River’s chalk-rubble strewn bed was considered an ill omen. But Hegrea crossed with nothing worse than soggy shoes and the hem of her alder-red woven-wool dress. Now to hasten home. Away for three years, this was … Continue reading

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CCC167: Never Trust The Devil

I see you scratching your head, wondering what I am. I’m a fricking rock-star, that’s what I am. Or was. How’d I get like this? Well might you ask. I made a deal with the devil. Sing me a song … Continue reading

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The Smuggler

Sonia heaved her relief at passing through customs without being stopped. Now to get out of the airport and find the car. It was where they’d agreed. She fumbled for her keys, the spares given to her before the trip. … Continue reading

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