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A MEMORABLE MOMENT
Archie stood contemplating the winter sun set. ‘What a lovely moment,’ Archie sighed. ‘If you say so,’ said Agnes, shivering and stamping her cold feet. ‘Can we go now?’ ‘We could just cross the river here rather than walking all the way back to the bridge,’ Archie suggested. The water level was low. Before Agnes…
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THE BURNING MONK
Sayadaw Ashin Nanda bowed his head. A steady stream of vehicles passed by. Drivers stared at the monk. Fingering his prayer beads, he asked for answers. The noise of the city faded into the background. He tried to recall what the scene would have looked like fifty years ago. *** Thích Quảng Đức, the Vietnamese…
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BUT THERE WAS A CRIMINAL
He felt broken. Battered. Alone. No one believed him. There was no body. But there was a criminal. Out there. A murderer. He was sure of it. Someone had to deliver justice. Him. Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by Varad over at Loose End Of The Thread. For more information and to join in…
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ROBBERY
The headlights on the van flicked off as it drove along the dark street. The van carried on driving for a another block. Without indicating it turned into a narrow alleyway. The driver cut the engine and let the van drift quietly until it came to a rest. ‘Anyone see us?’ the driver asked the…
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SPUR OF THE MOMENT
A fancy dress party. Not my sort of thing. But sitting in alone again made me think twice. Everyone out there having a good time. Why not me too? What can I wear? I know. My check shirt, old jeans. Rummage through the children’s old toy box. There it is, a toy gun and a…
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