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Nothing is Sacred

“Nothing is sacred,” said the vicar. Carys squinted at him. “That’s not what I expected you to say. It’s not very helpful either. I came to you for some spiritual guidance or something.” The vicar spread his hands. “It is

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Revolt

“My dear Senator, you look most red in the face. Have you come far?” “From the city, Speaker.” “At some speed, I see. Pray take a moment to catch your breath and then tell me why. I hope you were

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You Know, Anyone

“Could you keep an eye on my stuff?” Phyllis looked up from her book. The man at the next table was waving at his laptop. “Sure,” said Phyllis. They were in a West London Starbucks. It wasn’t as if she’d

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Lost Luggage

“Months and days are eternal travellers,” said the woman behind the desk. Bob leaned closer to read her name badge. “That may be true up to a point, Hannah. Or at least for a few billion years until the sun

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The Wisdom of Derek

“Lemme in,” shouted Derek. “I’m getting drenched!” “No.” Samantha replied through the letterbox. “Why not? What’s the matter?” Derek knew people respond better to questions than demands. “Because you can’t keep your pants on.” Derek spread his arms in bemusement.

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Availability Heuristic

“How was your day, darling?” asked Olivia. Stuart groaned. “Three bipolar, two PTSD and one so batty I don’t even know what to call it,” he said. “Don’t they have to have a diagnosis before they send them to you?”

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Truvada

We’ve all done it. You know, when you go to the pub with a bunch of people who don’t really know each other. You’re hoping for a bit of a break. A chat about something about something other than how

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No Regrets

“Regrets are for losers,” said Malcolm. Imogen rolled her eyes. Her brother hadn’t changed much since he’d rolled his toy tank through her Sylvanian family. When Imogen dragged their mother in to arbitrate, he explained that a bunch of rabbits

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Winter in the South

“Winter just got damn cold,” said the Englishman. “Ye big jessie,” said the Scotsman. “The temperature’s hardly in single figures. I cannae understand why the whole south grinds to a halt at the first sniff of snow.” “That is not

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James Barry’s Final Joke

“Mrs. Sofia Bishop.” Hawkins’s tone informed Major McKinnon that it was beneath the dignity of an army surgeon to admit a charwoman to his London rooms, and beneath the dignity of his batman to do the admitting. McKinnon said nothing,

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