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A Collectively Imagined Tale

The sky turned grey and she wiped the sweat from her brow. The reason for her perspiration was not the humid heat but fear. Her…

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The Pembury

As soon as I was at Nathans’s house, I saw the issue would hang in the air all night like the smell of smoke from…

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 Ineffable

Ineffable

Give me your words For you I would give you mine, Words have failed us- There are no words left, Still, we express. Death is…

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Saturday Mornings

Saturday Mornings

On Saturday mornings the streets are littered with the acid stench of vomit. On my bike, I carefully avoid the ketchup covered left over chips…

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A Necessary Revision of Being in Love in the Midst of a Long Cold Winter

A Necessary Revision of Being in Love in the Midst of a Long Cold Winter

Birds never just suddenly appear. Not when you are near or at any other time. There are definite migration patterns and they stick to it…

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Colorectal Hunter

Colorectal Hunter

I didn’t turn on the lights. I didn’t want to wake any of them up. I just moved slowly through the Colorectal ward, searching. The…

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A Walk down the Stairway

A Walk down the Stairway

Darkness is all around, hiding between the streetlight’s rich orange glare, wrapping the spaces between in its cloak. The pubs are emptying and they come…

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Selling

Selling

   Brighton. The Lanes. Day (Mid-afternoon). She picked up the old shoebox and shook it, eyeing the contents with a vague interest. ‘Where’d you get…

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