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Gift Part 15

Geoffrey sat inside the ambulance wrapped in a blanket, blandly watching the scene before him. Two other ambulances, two fire trucks and an assortment of tow trucks and police and rescue vehicles had amassed in the thick of the rain. Someone had set up shelters; beyond them the rain teemed earthwards and hampered the efforts of rescuers in their tasks. Figures clad in bright yellow garb trundled through puddles, the …

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Name Your Poisson

“More salmon, Jake!” The American launched a fat arm across the table to grab the only platter of fish, sending a 1980 cabernet hurtling towards his four companions at the luncheon: one English, one Australian, one French and a Japanese. The private dining room was elegantly furnished and enjoyed magnificent views of the harbour. A small but busy kitchen hummed at the other end. “More salmon!” “It’s Jack, not Jake,” …

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No, no, no!  I scuttle left, right, back, forward, my antennae twitch frantically searching for the rich dark warmth of the earth. Long, treacherous tunnels rebuff me as I gnash at their impenetrable walls, mandibles barred desperate to gain exit, but to no avail. Where am I? There is light all about me.  Sharp and yellow, like fire it chases me.  This way? No. That way? All wrong! This morning …

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Jerry closed the basement door behind him and listened to the clinking of chains on the other side of the door.  He waited for the clunk from the lock to snap shut.  There, he was bolted in, buried beneath the earth.  The image of his father behind the door filled his mind. Tears welled in Jerry’s eyes as he breathed in the dank air and surveyed the sparsely decorated room.  …

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Hell is other people.                    – Sartre   There’s no denying it: Vanya’s a hero. Brave and fearless, he returned from the war with no legs and his chest spattered in medals. In Margarita’s family’s tiny flat her parents and friends cheer their neighbour, spilling their vodka as they clink glasses and flower him with salutes. Squatting on the corner stool his balding skull looks battered, over-used. His hairy ears …

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Ben was puffing from having sprinted down the platform. Thirty years ago he wouldn’t have raised a sweat, but now his legs ached and perspiration dripped from his forehead. He had at least put some distance between himself and the three youths hanging around near the waiting room. They were drunk, stoned maybe. Noisy as hell. Looking for trouble. He stepped onto the train and glanced back down the platform …

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  I. I am going to Turkey.   Post covid, of course. When – I don’t know. Where – mainly Istanbul. How – a flight, no doubt. No long ocean cruises for me. Why –   Well, that’s another story.   I will walk across the Galata Bridge, from Europe to Asia. Different continents in the wink of an eye: try gripping that, Australians! If walking is now forbidden, a …

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The door whines shut as heaving workman lever the latches shut.  Finally, it’s dark. “Are they gone?”  A tiny twelve-inch monitor blinks to life. “Yep. Can’t feel the heat of that fat bloke’s fire stick in my electrodes anymore.  They must be far enough away,” a CPU stuffed under a dot matrix printer whirrs to life. “Right, then.  I call this meeting to order!” The 30 inch LCD flashes into …

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The surface of the Great River was completely still. Leaning over the rail of the royal barge, Lysandra gasped at the beauty of the early morning on the river. Across from her a group of grey herons silently took flight and soared in formation right over top of the barge to the opposite bank of the river. A faint splash made her look to the western shore. A large hippopotamus …

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Unfamiliar strings of sinew are lodged between her teeth and Beth pokes absently at them, eager to dispel the odd sensation, but reluctant to lose the sweet tang of spareribs.  Perhaps, the last meal she will ever have, best make it last! They had all hugged after dinner, her mother and father like conjoined twins, hovering at each other’s side, lending each other support as they alternately faltered in their …

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