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…
What Janine Forgot
Nicola was looking doubtful when the coach arrived at the stop. “Let’s go,” said Janine. “Are you sure?” asked Nicola. “Do you remember that time when we were on a coach that broke down? We were stuck on the hard…
Sandwich Sublime
A look of bliss crossed Bill’s face as he chewed. He swallowed, eyes closed to savour the moment. “I love a ploughman’s sandwich,” he said. “Ploughman’s?” asked Barney. “You’re looking that happy over a ploughman’s? I thought it was something…
A Wise Hunter
I was hunting for a duck when I found a king. I was stalking the river bank like I do every morning but Sunday, fowling piece in my arms and an eye open for tonight’s dinner. A wise hunter knows…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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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