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Naked orchids

Mid-August, The orchids in the window Of the funeral directors Have not one bloom among them, Just flaccid leaves, dried out stems And silvery-grey aerial roots. The smell of loss lingers – Death’s hangover, Mourning’s accomplice – Despite the shiny … Continue reading

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Whitstable beach, Kent

The sea’s sounds soothe like balm for the soul: Waves rise and fall hypnotically, And sweep onto the shoreline and back out again, Like large licks of the sand whose imprint fades quickly Until the next ones swoops in. Time … Continue reading

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The wrong man

At first I don’t notice you at the bus stop. But then I see you staring at me. Who are you? I glance over my shoulder to see if you’re looking at someone behind me, but no-one’s there.  Your dark, … Continue reading

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Flash fiction 100 – SWEET REVENGE OR DIVINE INTERVENTION?

Whilst I was padlocking my bicycle, I noticed a car patiently waiting for someone to come out of a space in the busy car park, so that she could drive in. Then a yob approached, music blaring out of open … Continue reading

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A literal crime – flash fiction 100

My neighbours are having the outside of their property re-painted. Not before time, so I am immensely pleased. On arriving home today, I find one of their decorators using a flower pot of mine – containing a beautiful, delicate flowering … Continue reading

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Enforced eavesdropping

I slumped down in my seat, put my head back and heaved a big sigh of relief: I had managed to catch the train with two minutes’ grace. Having run up the steps from the underground and across the busy … Continue reading

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Waiting for the past

“’Ere you are, love! Another coffee?” The waitress plonks the chipped mug down on the cluttered, corner table, spilling liquid in the process. Adam looks at her, expectantly, but she appears oblivious, and simply picks up the old cup and … Continue reading

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