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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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Do You Remember the Bluebells?

This month, our favourite place is full of flowers. Yes, that’s right, they’re dandelions. Clever girl. Do you remember last year, when there were bluebells as well? No? Well, a year’s a longer time for you than for me. Long

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Prime Minister Johnson

“I have the briefing on the North Korea situation here, Prime Minister,” said Janet to the back of his head. The Prime Minister didn’t look around. “Not now, Beth. Can’t you see I’m having my hair done?” “Yes, Prime Minister,

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For Want of an Acerbic Metaphor

This morning’s breakfast was buttered toast, coffee with milk and three sugars and sour grapes. The coffee and toast came from my kitchen. The sour grapes came from skimming the arts pages of the Telegraph on my tablet. They splashed

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Your Mood in the Sea

When I want to know whether it’s one of your happy days or one of your sad days, I stand at the window and watch the sea. It’s safer than watching you. With my back to our home, the sea

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Green in my Desert

I lay where I fell on the desert sands until the figure shimmered out of the ochre dust. Its hazy outline resolved into limbs, a torso and a head that were the green of seedlings given life by rain. “What’s

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Voice on the London Underground

You walk home from the station? Twenty five minutes? That’s…wow. Well, I used to do that sort of thing. Of course. Didn’t used to be so, well, like this. Used to go to the gym every day. Well, maybe a

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The Bailiffs’ Bet

ete gave the cottage a once over while Gerry parked the car. It looked like the last man to paint it had been paid in shillings and the front garden was halfway to being a jungle, but at least the

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Mueller Blues with Rosé

Ethan sat next to Caitlyn on the sofa and filled her glass with her favourite rosé. “Tell all.” “His profile pic looked kinda hot.” Caitlyn touched her glass to Ethan’s. “But…” “Sounds like he ticked the most important box, but

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Memorial in Mud

The only time I ever heard him raise his voice was when I tried to clean his boots. It was a few days after he’d come home, still wearing his fatigues. The only clean things he owned were the bandages

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