Monthly Archives: August 2018

An Artist’s Supper

Caron saw the warning look in Cynthia’s eyes that told her the man in the expensive suit was an investor. Caron swallowed. She didn’t like talking to investors but it was Cynthia’s gallery so she’d have to sing for her

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Locating Beauty

It was a couple near the back of the café that caught Lianne’s eye. A man and a woman of about the same age, sitting across a table from each other. No laptops or tablets so they weren’t having a

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Chilling Jack

Jack rolled his eyes when he found the freezer door open. He reached out to close it but a shout froze his fingers five centimetres from touching it. “Stop! What are you doing, man?” Jim held his hands up as

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Little Baz Asks Nicely

I was coming out of Aldi when the boy punched me in the face. It wasn’t much of a punch. I didn’t even drop my three microwave chicken tikka masalas and two pints of milk. “What d’you do that for?”

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