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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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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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