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Gift Part 13

Geoffrey’s phone rang; its face said Lucy. “You’re up early,” he said when he answered it. “”Hello to you too,” said Lucy’s voice.  He smiled at the sound of it. “Hello,” he said. “With a good morning kiss.” “I like those,” she said. “We leave pretty early as the dugongs start feeding at around seven.” “You’re late then,” said Geoffrey. “It’s just gone nine here.” “They stick around all day. …

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Abraham

Abraham My blade is sharpened before you, oh God Most High. I am ready to use it. I am prostrate. I prostrate myself before you, Almighty God. The dirt of your earth, Lord, is in my mouth. I breathe the dust from which you first made man. In your glory did you form him from the soil; in your image did you make him.  Yet even then Man betrayed you …

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Off script

Andrew fingered the manuscript on the chipped formica table in front of him and looked out the cafe window for Vanya. St Petersburg in November is not welcoming. A wide and desolate avenue lay across his view line.  Skeletal trees at its edge did not cover the concrete block condominiums that travelled its length in haphazard fashion, as if they had been thrown there from a distance.  A veil of …

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Terry looked up from behind his computer as his colleague entered the room. The neon from the tower opposite them spread a golden glow cross his face. “Hello handsome,” said Colleen. “I bought you a present. She poured the contents of the paper bag she was carrying on to the work bench they shared. Terry smelled the delicate perfume of French custard and buttery pastry as two chunky donuts tumbled …

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“Ping.” Busy, I’ll check that later. “Ping.” I really don’t have time for this.  1:20. Boss wants this report on his desk at 1:30.  I’ll check it then. “Ping.” Jesus, can’t they wait! “Ping.” Just five minutes.  Turn the phone to silent.  Face down.  Nothing’s that important.  Bloody kids.  They left home years ago, they’re not babies anymore! “Bzzz.” Oh, for fucks sake! Now it’s vibrating.  Three minutes more.  Flick …

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“This better be good. I’ve got a network to run. My clock is ticking. Who’s this?”  Vlad freezes as he steps into the old shipping container ahead of Jack and Tran and sees Beth. His black eyes narrow and eyelids lower, as he spins to face Tran. Vlad, this is my sister Beth.” Jack steps forward, gently brushing the slight figure of the old man. “She says she can read …

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Tara loved living near the mangroves, where the tides rolled in and out every day. At high tide the water was bustling with jumping mullet and schools of small bream darting to and fro, their bodies glistening silver in the sunlight. Yellow-finned whiting swam about, and flathead skulked in the shadows of the mangroves. The high tides also brought great clumps of khaki coloured seaweed and hordes of jelly blubbers, …

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  And, after all these years, she still can’t touch it. Snow. It makes it difficult, living in a mountainous atmosphere. Every November she begins to fret, watches the weather news, listens to the radio. Pours over google forecasts. Eventually, when the sky is at its hoariest and her spleen responds to the malevolent winter solstice, she makes the train trip south. To Sicily, the last few years – perhaps …

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Not long

It was worth it wasn’t it?  The Lamborghini 350GT, the two mercs, the houses and farms, the fashion, oh my, the fashion, Prada, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, those dresses and jewels. First class to Paris, dinner at Arpège, the Orient Express to Venice, the charter boats from Mykonos to Santorini, these are there to be enjoyed, yes? I told my clients: they are not long, your days of wine and roses. …

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Gift Part 12

“Oombawa oombawa oombawa!” “Eeni teeni weeni ayo!” “Mmmmm whoopee! Whoopee! Higher higher higher hoo ha!” “Oombawa! Calamar! Oombawa! Calamar!” “Ooh aahh! Ooh aahh!” A cacophonous gobbledegook filled the room where Geoffrey sat cross legged on the floor. His companions chanted or sang in non-words, or intoned a weird vocalisation, their eyes clamped shut at the direction of the group leader, a man who had introduced himself to Geoffrey as Rami. …

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