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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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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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No place like gnome

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

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Pole position

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

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Flash fiction – A simple mistake

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

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That vital consonant

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

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