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OPENING NIGHT
A deep breath. I hear the chatter from the audience settle as the auditorium lights dim. The expectant silence. I grip the neck of my cello tightly and close my eyes. Visualise. Breathe. I see the endless hours of practice. Fingers bleeding. The encouraging smile of my father and mother. The exasperated berating of my…
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THE FISHERMAN
He took the wriggling bait and skewered it onto the hook. With a practiced sweep of the arm and flick of the wrist, he threw his line out into the river and then took up his usual seat perched on the end of the pier. When he had first started fishing from this pier there…
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LEST WE FORGET
Through the sea haze she saw the final stream of small boats appear. From this distance she could make out the decks crammed with soldiers. For nine days the small boats had shuttled across the channel to Dunkirk. Over three hundred thousand men had been saved and returned to Dover. As the boats drew closer, the…
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MONDAY IN THE OFFICE
‘Another Monday,’ thought Alison as she gulped down the last of her daily caffeine hit. She looked round the office. Phil was beavering away as always, plugged into his computer, oblivious to the world. Janice and Pat were gossiping by the kettle, casting looks at Colette, who was sitting touching up her make-up for the…
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EMIGRANTS
‘Good lord,’ Archie exclaimed. ‘Have you seen what they’ve done to that turret roof?’ Agnes sighed, not looking up from her newspaper. ‘Yes, dear. I saw it when the scaffolding came down last night.’ ‘It’s one thing to stick ghastly turret extensions on their house, quite another to have one in gaudy bright colours.’ Archie…
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Iain Kelly 