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Tessa hadn’t been to Matt’s flat before. She made it to the middle of the living room before she stopped and looked around. “You’ve got so much…you,” she said. Matt took her coat. “What do you mean?” Tessa waved at

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From the South

She came from the south. I was walking along the edge of the woods when the first swallows of the year arrowed over my head. I saluted as they wheeled away from the treeline and faded into the distance. It

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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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Hometown Friend

A lot has happened since we last met. Been a lot on my plate. I’ve gone whole days without so much as looking at Netflix while you were away in…where was it? What was I saying? Oh yes, been ducking

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Learning my Aperture

When I finished speaking, his face took on that expression that radiates patience. The one that irritates the hell out of me. “It’s all in the aperture,” he said. I frowned at him. I didn’t bother trying not to. “You

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The Lost Shepherd of Oxford Circus

If Diane hadn’t felt sorry for the man, she wouldn’t have stopped. He was standing on the pavement of Oxford Circus, talking to people waiting at the pelican crossing. The green man replaced the red and a tide of people

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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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Fried Nostalgia for Breakfast

  The trouble with having guests staying overnight was that they tried to thank Tom by making him breakfast. It took all his restraint not to manhandle them the pair of them into the living room and just when he

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