Monthly Archives: September 2018

Seal and Sergei

Dawson strolled to the bench closest to the end of the pier and sat down. He pulled his greatcoat around himself and didn’t look at the man at the other end of the bench, who was the only other person

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George and Fred on the Savannah

The two men trudged across the dried river bed and back into the plain of yellowed grass. “We’ll be shedding skin like a pair of growing geckoes if we don’t get out of this sun,” said Fred. “It’s just not

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Out of Sight

Bill placed the breeze block that Frank had passed him on top of the wall. “Hold up,” he said before Frank could pick up the next one. “That’ll do for now.” “What’re you talking about?” asked Frank. “We’ve got another

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The Whispering Crow

James had been standing in front of the painting for some time when the woman sidl ed up beside him. “I see you like The Whispering Crow,” she said. He glanced at her, noting a strong profile, but the picture

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Aren’t You Boris Johnson?

Graham brought the drinks from the bar to find Lloyd staring across the room. “Don’t tell me, another hot blonde,” said Graham. Lloyd didn’t smile but lifted his chin slightly, indicating a man staring into his beer at a corner

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