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Correlation for the Minister

Piers was on his way to the minister’s office when Margaret stopped him. “You’re looking very pleased with yourself”, she said. “Am I?” Piers hoped he’d get over feeling intimidated by Margaret when he’d been in Whitehall a little longer

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Voice on the London Underground

You walk home from the station? Twenty five minutes? That’s…wow. Well, I used to do that sort of thing. Of course. Didn’t used to be so, well, like this. Used to go to the gym every day. Well, maybe a

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Mueller Blues with Rosé

Ethan sat next to Caitlyn on the sofa and filled her glass with her favourite rosé. “Tell all.” “His profile pic looked kinda hot.” Caitlyn touched her glass to Ethan’s. “But…” “Sounds like he ticked the most important box, but

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Jeff Comes Home

Zack left his flat and went down the stairs to find a stranger trying keys in the door below his. “Hey,” said Zack, “Are you moving in?” The man turned to him with a smile. “Yes, as soon as I

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The lady with the expensive-looking coat

Sharon heard a few strange questions working behind the counter, but this one was deceptively simple. The lady with the expensive-looking coat and the two miniature poodles had asked, “why do you come here?” Sharon looked round from cleaning the

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Out of Sight

Bill placed the breeze block that Frank had passed him on top of the wall. “Hold up,” he said before Frank could pick up the next one. “That’ll do for now.” “What’re you talking about?” asked Frank. “We’ve got another

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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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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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Her Lost Key

I should have found a better opening but being me, I blurted out, “I’ve got this key.” She raised an eyebrow. “I thought you might have a lock,” I said. “You mean a padlock?” she asked, “or a pin tumbler?”

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Titanic Memories

Jack Johnson implored everyone in the café to spare a dime, but Caroline’s pen didn’t stop moving. It didn’t touch the varnished table while the Eagles accused her lyin’ eyes and if it paused while Caroline explained a particularly difficult

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