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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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On a Stationary Train

The train had been stationary for twenty minutes when the woman across the table from Jeremy said, “It’s the first day of spring today.” Jeremy looked up from his iPhone 7. “First of March,” she said. “Happy first day of

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Jim’s Sister

The day my little white car broke down was the last but one time I decided enough was enough. “You’re late,” said my sister when she opened the door to mum’s place. “I’m fine, thank you,” I said. “How are

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A Suspiciously Washed Shirt

Priscilla marched into the living room, brandishing Robert’s shirt. “You’ve washed your own shirt.” She threw it at him, covering his face. “Hey!” Robert pulled it aside, his eyes still fixed in the direction of the television. “Arsenal are about

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Celeste Loves Alan

Celeste took Alan’s hand in hers. “I love you,” she said. Alan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He said nothing. “Do you love me?” asked Celeste. “I…” Alan withdrew one of his hands to adjust his spectacles. “I’m not sure. I feel

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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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