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Laura clicked off the tv with the worn-out remote and tossed it onto the battered coffee table. She sighed and lent her head back against the cream couch. She was bored. How had the highlight of her week become watching plastic barbie dolls fight it out to find the love of their life or, more likely, their influencer career at the top of a fake alter! MAFS (Married at First …

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Peter counted the iPhones in the box at least a dozen times.  He was definitely missing a few.  He returned nervously to his desk where the rest of the I.T. team had gathered. “The laptop was sitting right here yesterday.  It’s gone this morning.  I’ve asked everyone.  No one had seen it,” said David the Help Desk Guru. “I’ve had a few laptops disappeared too.  I thought someone had used them …

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“I miss Samantha.  She was so athletic and good-looking.  She used to bring home rats half her own size, being so petite and all,”  says Felix, a tuxedo cat resting on a wall overlooking his neighbour’s garden. “She was a wild one,”  Fiona, his sister, responds as she lazily licks her paw nearby. Fiona is a tabby with fluffy white fur on her front. “You used to steal her catch, didn’t …

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  ‘Loonies speak their own language, like educated people.’ The Tree of Man, Patrick White     Let’s just walk, let’s just keep walking. Who knows where we’ll end up. I put my arm in hers, pull her along, almost gamboling. Where are we going? I need history. I need the past. There’s not much in this city, but I’ll grab whatever little bit I get. And it’s good for …

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Mihaela thought for a moment that she’d gone too far. “Hey! We’re all admiring your buns in those stretchy pants, Jen.” She’d lobbed the remark like a velvet-covered grenade as Jen, unsuspecting, had come to rest at the water cooler in the centre of the room. Mihaela congratulated herself on the subtlety of her play, the insult wrapped in a compliment like a tiny stiletto hidden in her sleeve. Jen …

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Helena stepped back from the edge a second time. Breakers thudded against the rocks below and the sea-breeze ruffled the folds of the bundle she was holding. From within, the baby made a gurgling sound and Helena tucked the edges of the knitted shawl tighter into the bundle. She touched Erin’s cheek. It was warm even if the night was cold. The shawl was a purchase from a market in …

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The shade from the London plane trees does a good job of extracting the sting of the sun. Now winter is over they are full of foliage and their leaves infuse the light in this space with a green tinge. My wooden bench is comfortable enough – in fact I could quite easily doze off here. The breeze ruffles the leaves of the ivy hedge that encircles me. In the …

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Conduct Unbecoming

The bar heaved with the heat of drinkers, talkers and hangers-on. At the far end of the space, beyond shadowed dancing hordes, a black clad band punched out a raucous teen-sour prog rock. The sound enveloped everything, and rattled along the wall lights and framed sports jerseys to the cascade of liquor bottles that were back lit in shattered tones of liquid reds, yellows and lime. Talkers had to shout, …

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Gift Part 6

“I’ll need you to drive,” said Dave when they arrived at his Audi. “I’ve got a couple of phone calls to make.” He dialled his phone as he got in. Geoffrey started the car. “Where are we going?” Geoffrey asked. Dave said, “Hello, Honey? ‘S’me. I’m going to be later than I thought tonight. I’ve left Geoff’s, but have to duck into the hospital to check on some patients. Yeah, …

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Old Man and Harbour

The old man turned the skiff homeward. It had not been a successful day. The sea had misled him.  His pots were empty and nothing more than a mullet had taken his baits. It swilled lifelessly in the shallow water in the bucket at his feet. He was out of water and out of patience, and the sun punched its dying rays into his line of sight. A low band …

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