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TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS
Tam stumbled out the pub into his car. ‘Off home then, Meg,’ he patted the grey metal, named after the horse she had replaced. After several attempts he managed to crank the engine into life and got behind the wheel. He weaved drunkenly along the single track road. As he passed the old church and…
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YEAR OF THE FIRE ROOSTER
‘Hell of a way to start the new year.’ Samson looked round the room. Everything was red. Decorations, walls, the clothes on the victim, the pool of blood on the floor, the spatter of blood on the wall. ‘It’s the contradiction, you see?’ Cheng explained. ‘The colour red. Chinese New Year is celebrated with the…
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HOLIDAY OF YOUR DREAMS
In the dark, bare concrete room huge bloodshot eyes leered out at her. Bright red lips manically grinned. Tufts of dishevelled green and purple hair sprouted from the white scalp. A venomous sharp red nose pushed and prodded her. ‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ said the clown,…
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BEST LAID PLANS
Yvegeny Shiskin sat in the imposing corridor. He dabbed his forehead to remove sweat and adjusted his spectacles. The chief had been with the President for an hour. Yvegeny wondered how his report was being received. He nervously fingered his copy of it. His entire life’s work. Now the time had come. The years of…
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THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT!
Lights flashed, music blared. ‘Julie is thirty-five, works in a shop and has a second job as a waitress. She doesn’t have the time to meet Mr. Right. Will she find him tonight? Let’s start The Tunnel of Love!’ The audience bayed along. Lights dimmed, tension music. Julie took two tentative steps along the curved tunnel. Loud claxon, red lights. The…
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Iain Kelly 