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Granddad’s Dreams

“When I grow up, I want to design spaceships,” said Melanie. “Really?” Granddad arched an eyebrow. “That’s a nice idea.” Melanie was sure there was something missing from his answer but couldn’t quite see what it was. “What did you

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Follow the Girl

When the girl perches on the edge of a pool beneath a fountain to open the envelope, she’s kind enough to do it opposite a café. I can sit inside with a cup of coffee and look like any other

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Her Lost Key

I should have found a better opening but being me, I blurted out, “I’ve got this key.” She raised an eyebrow. “I thought you might have a lock,” I said. “You mean a padlock?” she asked, “or a pin tumbler?”

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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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The Prisoner’s Prawns

The prisoner rubbed his hands. “I’m looking forward to this.” The warder nodded politely. “I’ve been eating your swill for weeks. Time I had a change and by God, I’m going to enjoy it.” “Quite”, the warder agreed. The prisoner

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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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Traveller on the Moor

Horace saw the traveller immediately after the sun dipped below the horizon. A piece of darkness in the shape of a cloaked man, barely visible by the lavender sky as it moved through the heather and gorse toward him. Horace

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