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POTTERING IN THE GARAGE
Mary was as surprised as her gawking neighbours when the string of black vans pulled up outside her house with a screech of tyres and flashing lights. Armed MI5 agents rushed across her perfectly manicured lawn and flowerbeds, surrounding the house. ‘Come out now. Hands where we can see them!’ Instinctively she raised her hands…
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THE ROAD WARRIOR
Put the radio on, search through a few pirate stations, hit upon The Boss, ‘Born To Run.’ Old school, that’ll do. Drink of water, splash a little round my eyes, keep me alert, don’t waste too much. Ten hours straight, enough gas for another three, then will need to find some more. Sun dipping away…
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THE GREAT CHRISTMAS GETAWAY
The Departure Lounge was rammed with people. The sensible ones carried everything essential in backpacks, others insisted on dragging large suitcases behind them, adding to the gridlock. Sea-Tac Airport expected the last weekend before Christmas to be busy – it always was – but even the additional check-in staff and baggage handlers were unable to…
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ONWARD
Archie sat atop the bogie kart. The road stretched out in front of him. And below him. A long way below him. ‘Are you sure about this, Archie?’ his best friend and fellow kart-builder Bill asked. Archie saw the look of genuine concern in his classmate’s face. He pulled the racing goggles over his eyes…
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A VERY USEFUL ENGINE
Weary Thomas trundled down the track. It had been a busy day on the island of Sodor. All the children had been to visit and have their photo taken with the No. 1 engine. The Fat Controller had been very proud of Thomas. Left alone at the end of the day each engine puffed away…
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Iain Kelly 