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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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The Whispering Crow

James had been standing in front of the painting for some time when the woman sidl ed up beside him. “I see you like The Whispering Crow,” she said. He glanced at her, noting a strong profile, but the picture

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Aren’t You Boris Johnson?

Graham brought the drinks from the bar to find Lloyd staring across the room. “Don’t tell me, another hot blonde,” said Graham. Lloyd didn’t smile but lifted his chin slightly, indicating a man staring into his beer at a corner

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An Artist’s Supper

Caron saw the warning look in Cynthia’s eyes that told her the man in the expensive suit was an investor. Caron swallowed. She didn’t like talking to investors but it was Cynthia’s gallery so she’d have to sing for her

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Locating Beauty

It was a couple near the back of the café that caught Lianne’s eye. A man and a woman of about the same age, sitting across a table from each other. No laptops or tablets so they weren’t having a

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Little Baz Asks Nicely

I was coming out of Aldi when the boy punched me in the face. It wasn’t much of a punch. I didn’t even drop my three microwave chicken tikka masalas and two pints of milk. “What d’you do that for?”

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The First Rung of the Ladder

You need to open your eyes to climb the ladder. Go on, have a look around. I said open your eyes. That’s it. Good start. You’re looking at the top and now you can actually see it. Eyes on your

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Life Sentence

The young man drank off another cup of wine. The man with the grey beard gave him a look that the younger man had known his whole life. The look that said indulgence could be allowed to go so far,

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Filtered Alice

Nigel knew he’d regret coming before Alice opened the door to her flat. She let him in without a word and led him into her kitchen. “It’s in the bin,” she said. “What is?” asked Nigel. “Me.” Nigel looked at

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Ian Chooses a Train

Ian ran down the stairs to the platform so fast he nearly fell on his face. The indicators on the concourse had told him he had two minutes to go before the train departed from platform… damn. Was it platform

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