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Prime Minister Johnson

“I have the briefing on the North Korea situation here, Prime Minister,” said Janet to the back of his head. The Prime Minister didn’t look around. “Not now, Beth. Can’t you see I’m having my hair done?” “Yes, Prime Minister,

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Life Sentence

The young man drank off another cup of wine. The man with the grey beard gave him a look that the younger man had known his whole life. The look that said indulgence could be allowed to go so far,

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Filtered Alice

Nigel knew he’d regret coming before Alice opened the door to her flat. She let him in without a word and led him into her kitchen. “It’s in the bin,” she said. “What is?” asked Nigel. “Me.” Nigel looked at

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Ian Chooses a Train

Ian ran down the stairs to the platform so fast he nearly fell on his face. The indicators on the concourse had told him he had two minutes to go before the train departed from platform… damn. Was it platform

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Planning Permission

Mr Harrison welcomed Tim into his house and had him sat down with a cup of tea and a custard cream before Tim could get his recorder out, let alone ask a question. “I’m really glad your paper decided to

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Fiction Review: The Reopened Cask by Richard Zwicker

My quest to read more of the type of short stories I write continues with Rich Zwicker’s latest collection, The Reopened Cask. The cask in question is the cask that was, at least at the beginning of Edgar Allen Poe’s

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A Shilling for a Copper

Graham was supposed to walk beside Bill, but somehow he was always half a pace behind. A brand new copper was ranked far behind a constable with twelve years on the job in his actions, so it felt right even

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Informing the Customers

Stanley knew it wasn’t going to go well when he was summoned to George’s office without being offered tea. George grunted, which Stanley took as an instruction to sit down, lowering his eyes to the level of George’s glare. Stanley

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Look Past Me

Look at me. No, look at me. Not past me. Focus your eyes on my face. See me instead of what you think you know about me. Just for one moment, forget the voice in your head that’s telling you

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Granddad’s Dreams

“When I grow up, I want to design spaceships,” said Melanie. “Really?” Granddad arched an eyebrow. “That’s a nice idea.” Melanie was sure there was something missing from his answer but couldn’t quite see what it was. “What did you

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