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A Cat Explains Christmas

Nothing stirs on the night before Christmas. Least of all the parents, who are exhausted by the time they’ve finally got the excited children to sleep. Not a breath of wind stirs the decorations and every screen is dark. So

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The Significance of Cynthia

Cynthia strode to the end of the pier and looked through the red and white telescope. “I can’t see anything,” she said. “You have to put a coin in it.” Phil caught up to stand beside her. “I didn’t think

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Rationality in the Forest

Part of being a rational person is not putting too much stock in the shivers down my spine. That whisper was no more than a slight breeze touching the treetops on a still evening. We’re pattern-recognising primates, us humans. Something

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Never Happen to Me

We’ve met before, you and me. Don’t you remember? No? Fair play, I don’t think you’d have seen my face and you were drunk at the time. Let’s see if I can jog your memory. I was in my sleeping

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Persephone Descendent

She woke. She looked up at the tree trunks looming over her. She rolled on to her side, crunching autumn leaves beneath her. Wrapped her arms around herself against the cold. She rubbed her eyes, trying to wipe away the

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Another Man’s Picture Frames

A slight break from normality in this week’s Hooptedoodle: Steve Oliver at The Dark City Mystery Magazine has been kind enough to publish Another Man’s Picture Frames where it enjoys the company of four other noirish tales in volume 4

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A Gun at a Knife Fight

Ryan was just beginning to appreciate his second beer when Jared said, “I got something to show you,” pulled a gun from under his jacket and held it under the table. “Look at it. Just look at it.” “Jesus!” Ryan

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The Listening Spider

Tuesday evening was when Sharon killed her husband. Wednesday evening was when she found herself talking to a spider for the first time. “The one has nothing to do with the other,” she told the spider, which was skulking under

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The Millionaire Beggar

Fred should have known better than to get into a political discussion with Bill. He still wasn’t sure how their cross-cubicle conversation had led to Bill saying he’d show him something if they went to the café opposite Morrisons after

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Seal and Sergei

Dawson strolled to the bench closest to the end of the pier and sat down. He pulled his greatcoat around himself and didn’t look at the man at the other end of the bench, who was the only other person

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