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Bricklayer Jack

Jack laid another brick. It might have been the hundredth or the thousandth he’d laid this morning. “Good man, Jack, keep it up,” said the foreman as he walked past. Jack covered the brick in mortar and took another brick

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Things that Matter

Tessa hadn’t been to Matt’s flat before. She made it to the middle of the living room before she stopped and looked around. “You’ve got so much…you,” she said. Matt took her coat. “What do you mean?” Tessa waved at

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From the South

She came from the south. I was walking along the edge of the woods when the first swallows of the year arrowed over my head. I saluted as they wheeled away from the treeline and faded into the distance. It

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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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Ailurophobia

Lord Mudeford yelped and darted behind Jones. Jones stopped walking. “Is something the matter, m’lord?” He flavoured his tone with a dash of curiosity. Enough to allow his employer a taste of compassion but not so much as to obscure

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A Predator Stalks the Supermarket

Les would no longer be one of the herd. He strode into Sainsbury’s with his shoulders back and his head high. The automatic doors parted before him like wildebeest before a pouncing leopard. He hooked a basket from the stack

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A Man among the Masks

The man rolled out of the puddle and on to his hands and knees. A knee cracked against his temple as of legs danced past his head. He pushed himself up to his knees. A foot ended a leap on

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Hometown Friend

A lot has happened since we last met. Been a lot on my plate. I’ve gone whole days without so much as looking at Netflix while you were away in…where was it? What was I saying? Oh yes, been ducking

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Learning my Aperture

When I finished speaking, his face took on that expression that radiates patience. The one that irritates the hell out of me. “It’s all in the aperture,” he said. I frowned at him. I didn’t bother trying not to. “You

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Neighbourhood Watch

Receiving a visitor was a rare event in Maude’s ground-floor flat so she opened a brand new packet of chocolate digestives. “Thank you, Mrs Hopper” said the young policewoman when her biscuits were in front of her with a cup

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