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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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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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