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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 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

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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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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

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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

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The Listening Spider

Tuesday evening was when Sharon killed her husband. Wednesday evening was when she found herself talking to a spider for the first time. “The one has nothing to do with the other,” she told the spider, which was skulking under

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The Millionaire Beggar

Fred should have known better than to get into a political discussion with Bill. He still wasn’t sure how their cross-cubicle conversation had led to Bill saying he’d show him something if they went to the café opposite Morrisons after

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Seal and Sergei

Dawson strolled to the bench closest to the end of the pier and sat down. He pulled his greatcoat around himself and didn’t look at the man at the other end of the bench, who was the only other person

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George and Fred on the Savannah

The two men trudged across the dried river bed and back into the plain of yellowed grass. “We’ll be shedding skin like a pair of growing geckoes if we don’t get out of this sun,” said Fred. “It’s just not

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Out of Sight

Bill placed the breeze block that Frank had passed him on top of the wall. “Hold up,” he said before Frank could pick up the next one. “That’ll do for now.” “What’re you talking about?” asked Frank. “We’ve got another

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