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FARMER BARRY
When he was a small boy, Barry loved playing with the toy farm his father made for him. He tended to the small cows, sheep and pigs, drove the tractor, mucked out the stables and fed the horses. Sometimes his father would join him, but after his parents divorce he sat playing on his own.…
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RELEASED
Vince reached the familiar streets of the old industrial area. The factories lay silent and rusting. Sitting on the same bench he had used for forty years, he sat and had his lunch, looking at the workplace he had devoted the best years of his life to in the distance. A siren sounded, followed by…
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POIROT’S COFFEE AT DEAUVILLE
‘When did it become fashionable for the French not to serve coffee in a china teacup and saucer?’ Madame Beaumont said, loud enough to ensure the maitre d’ would hear. ‘Mother,’ Alice chided. ‘You shall have to get used to it once I have married Jacques.’ ‘Alice, once you have married Jacques we shall no longer…
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AUTUMN LEAVES
Archie looked at the overhanging branches from the neighbours overgrown sycamore tree. Every Autumn the leaves fell into his garden, burying the flowerbeds and lawn. Every Autumn he had to clear them. It had taken him all morning to sweep the leaves up. Now they sat in one big pile in the middle of the…
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INFORMANT
Chavy watched the dusty streets of Phnom Penh gradually fade away behind him. The brown water of the Mekong river disappeared to the east while the bus headed north. The roads changed from tarmac to dust. The buildings from stone to wood. The beggars remained regardless. The bus stopped. ‘Checkpoint,’ the young white man next…
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Iain Kelly 