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Happy New Year

And with that, the Eclectics is taking a seasonal break. Here’s wishing you as happy a holiday as Jacob, however you choose to celebrate it, and see you in January. Advertisements

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Angels over Jacob

Jacob loved the night before Christmas. It called him to Regent Street every year with a promise it never failed to deliver on. He started his evening with a double cream macchiato in Starbucks. He found a table to himself

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Line Management

The HR director pulled out a CV. “It has to be this one,” she said. “She ticks all the boxes.” “There are plenty of others with the same qualifications,” I said. “How about…” “I agree, said the department head to

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The Cheltenham Gambit

Carrie hated conferences. She could just about cope with dozing through presentations, but she dreaded the evening socials. Looking cheerful while surrounded by strangers had never been in her job description. She could stand in a corner with a glass

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Apocalypse Selfies

Ted squinted into the sky. “The sky’s gone yellow. That’s not right.” Brian and Melanie looked upward. “I need a selfie.” Ted held his phone at the level of his waist and looked back at his image with a frown

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Harlequinade

If he hadn’t been wearing a mask, I wouldn’t have known him. The grinning clown covered whatever changes had been wrought by thirty years and a good reason not to be recognised. In a room full of people with masks,

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A Sort of Waiter

My story’s long and you’ve heard it before, so I’ll only tell you the first part. It started at the moment I’d been longing for and dreading at the same time. The moment when the head waiter turned to me

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Fiction Review: Rogue Male by Geoffrey Household

I distrust patriotism; the reasonable man can find little in these days that is worth dying for. But dying against – there’s enough iniquity in Europe to carry the most urbane or decadent into battle. No, that’s not a Brexit

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Spirit of Halloween

Martin came home to find Dora surrounded by discarded fancy dress costumes. She spoke before he thought of the right comment. “I was beginning to wonder where you were, darling.” “Usual rubbish at the office.” Martin slumped into the armchair,

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London Bridges

I nearly stumbled off the pavement in front of a bus, which was my cue to turn left. Now I was looking in the right direction, I could see the glow of electric light in the fog, showing me the

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