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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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William or Will or Bill

The way they sat on the couch for their first session usually told Marcia more than anything they said in the session itself. Her three o’clock  draped himself across it like a veteran lounge lizard, feet stretched in front with

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The Fairy Princess of Worms

Ellie didn’t believe her brother was really excited about a worm. “It’s a worm.” She could agree with his characterisation of the green squirm in his hand. She didn’t need to share his enthusiasm for it. “It’s more than just

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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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