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ROXY
The Encore, Downtown Vegas. Glitz and glamour away from the gaudy Strip and the drug-riddled suburb slums. The waitresses. All young, slim, white. Wearing just enough. There’s Roxy. Wearing just enough to conceal the mic. All the big guns will be there: Sam G., Carlos, Big Joe. He’s trusted enough to organise the AGM. He’s…
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IN A MANILA MARKET
All kinds of strap shoes hang in rows. Black, red, white, tan. Thoughts coalesce. Her shoes on the bedroom closet. Shoes for every occasion. Imelda Marcos-scale collection. He burned them all. The clothes too. The closet, the bedroom, the house. All up in flames. It had to look real. They found the charred remains. They…
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THE ROAD WELL TRAVELLED
The affair had been stupid, a typical middle-aged spasm to prove there was still life in the old dog. The grey tarmac rolled on in front of him, miles of it already lay behind. On the horizon ahead, blue sky met blue sea. ‘Why the hire car?’ she had asked when she had picked him…
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PILLAR OF THE COMMUNITY
The woman was dead. The cover-up exposed. Samson strode along the corridor of pillars flanked by his team. This was their moment of triumph, yet there was no celebration in what had happened. Their footsteps reverberated on the stone floor, echoing ominously. They crossed the courtyard and stopped at the heavy arch door. Samson knocked.…
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THE UMBRELLAS OF NEW YORK
Wind blew through the trees, blowing the snow up from the ground, gusting around Guy’s face. He pulled his collar up further. Across the park he watched Madeline, her bright green umbrella luminous against the white background. Their daughter, Francis, gleefully skipped around her. ‘She’s moved on, married someone else, she’s happy. Leave them be.’…
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Iain Kelly 