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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
What the hell is that doing there? I wonder, as I look out onto the front lawn and see a shiny red and white gnome nestling in the flower bed under the rose bush. I have my hands in the … Continue reading
Donald Uptight leans forward in his leather chair and looks over the top of his steel-rimmed glasses. ‘So, Ms Nebilenko –’ he says ‘Please – call me Tatjana.’ ‘So, Ms – Tatty-yana, I see from your application form that you … Continue reading
I grab the phone and snap ‘Hello?’ I have just taken the first mouthful of my supper and am keen to discourage any enthusiastic salesperson wanting to sell me a new gas or broadband contract. I listen. Nothing. I look … Continue reading
It was the little things that gave it away. At first I didn’t pick up on them, at least, not consciously anyway. I knew Reverend Mathews when we lived in Cambridge and he was the vicar at our local church. … Continue reading
“What about Oliver?” suggests Andy. “It’s a nice strong sounding name for a boy, don’t you think?” “It means Olive tree!” says Fiona. “What about Thomas, then?” “He’s not Welsh and he’s not a twin! Thomas means twin.” “Right, how … Continue reading