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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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Life by Screen and Microwave

You see a bus full of heads bent over tiny screens, each one stamped with a different logo that came from the same Foxconn factory. Tops of heads tell you nothing of use, which is why you need me to

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Actaeon’s Landlady

Brian had been lodging with Diana for three weeks when he walked in on her posing in the nude. Her back was to him when he walked into the living room, so his first instinct was to try to slip

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Big Desk Gratitude

The CEO sat at his desk. A suited man came in and handed him a folder. “The report on the possible merger,” said the man. “Thank you.” The CEO did not look up. The suited man left, making sure he

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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

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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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