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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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The Blue of Your Shirt

Team meetings were for dozing through. Colin was vaguely aware of targets and achievements being discussed and a new intern being introduced, but no one called on him to say anything. That was enough to put it in the top

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The Punchline is Macchiato

I admit that I may have been lonely. If I hadn’t been, I’d probably have reacted to a well-coiffed man shoving a microphone under my nose by mumbling something and ducking into the nearest Starbucks to buy a coffee I

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Blue Reminiscence

My favourite colour is blue because it reminds me of you. I think it started with the cornflower dress you were wearing when we first met. Do you remember that? No? I’ll never forget the way it set off your

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The Portrait Game

If Lady Alexandra had sat for a portrait before, she might not have fallen for it. When the portraitist had offered to cut her price in half if she would allow his student, Mr Bridger, to paint her in place

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Conflict Resolution with Tea

The sound of the television hit Janice as soon as she opened the front door. Nothing unusual about that. Nor was it unusual to find Ron and Quintin on opposite ends of the sofa, staring at the screen. What was

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Jack Under the Table

A man walked into the room, closed the green door and pressed his back to it. His eyes darted to the window on the wall to his left, then to the window on the other side of the room, then

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Six O’Clock Shuffle

The train doors slid open, inviting Zack to his first mistake.  He tried to get on the train.  What else was he supposed to do when a train opened its doors? A torrent of humanity poured out.  He’d thought he’d

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