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Prime Minister Johnson

“I have the briefing on the North Korea situation here, Prime Minister,” said Janet to the back of his head. The Prime Minister didn’t look around. “Not now, Beth. Can’t you see I’m having my hair done?” “Yes, Prime Minister,

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Ian Chooses a Train

Ian ran down the stairs to the platform so fast he nearly fell on his face. The indicators on the concourse had told him he had two minutes to go before the train departed from platform… damn. Was it platform

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Fiction Review: The Reopened Cask by Richard Zwicker

My quest to read more of the type of short stories I write continues with Rich Zwicker’s latest collection, The Reopened Cask. The cask in question is the cask that was, at least at the beginning of Edgar Allen Poe’s

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Informing the Customers

Stanley knew it wasn’t going to go well when he was summoned to George’s office without being offered tea. George grunted, which Stanley took as an instruction to sit down, lowering his eyes to the level of George’s glare. Stanley

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The Director’s Long Shout

The first thirty seconds of filming went perfectly. The camera tracked the carriage down the lane until the plywood façade masquerading as divisional headquarters, edged into the frame. It all went wrong when the two redcoated sentries snapped to attention.

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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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Hope’s Firework

Jonno held the firework in front of him as though it was a gold medal and the four of them had just won the Olympic relay. “What do you see here?” he asked. “A firework,” said Shawn. “That’s what it

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