Monthly Archives: February 2020

Ailurophobia

Lord Mudeford yelped and darted behind Jones. Jones stopped walking. “Is something the matter, m’lord?” He flavoured his tone with a dash of curiosity. Enough to allow his employer a taste of compassion but not so much as to obscure

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A Predator Stalks the Supermarket

Les would no longer be one of the herd. He strode into Sainsbury’s with his shoulders back and his head high. The automatic doors parted before him like wildebeest before a pouncing leopard. He hooked a basket from the stack

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A Man among the Masks

The man rolled out of the puddle and on to his hands and knees. A knee cracked against his temple as of legs danced past his head. He pushed himself up to his knees. A foot ended a leap on

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Hometown Friend

A lot has happened since we last met. Been a lot on my plate. I’ve gone whole days without so much as looking at Netflix while you were away in…where was it? What was I saying? Oh yes, been ducking

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Learning my Aperture

When I finished speaking, his face took on that expression that radiates patience. The one that irritates the hell out of me. “It’s all in the aperture,” he said. I frowned at him. I didn’t bother trying not to. “You

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