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TUCUMCARI
‘A road that goes all the way to Chicago.’ Danny said. ‘Think we’ll ever get that far?’ ‘I doubt it,’ answered Bill, ‘unless we steal a car.’ ‘We’d run out of gas before getting out of New Mexico.’ ‘Guess we’re stuck here then,’ Bill laughed. They sat under the town’s water tower, drinking beer. An occasional…
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LOCKSLEY
The priest held the heavy wooden chest tightly as the carriage bumped along the path. The coachman whipped the horses, travelling at breakneck speed. They emerged from the forest and the pace relaxed. Out from the cover of the trees, no-one would dare ambush them now. The wheels rattled as they ran over the cobbled stones…
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HALLOWEEN SPECIAL
Steve hated Halloween. He hated dressing up. He hated Big Al’s Pizza Emporium. All three had conspired to have him standing in the street dressed as a furry Frankenstein’s Monster holding a placard that read: ‘Big Al’s Pizza Emporium: Halloween Special – All You Can Eat For £5’ He couldn’t get to the irritating itch on…
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HUNTED
At the end of the secure tunnel the gate had been left open. Jess stood at the other end of the tunnel and tried to judge the distance. A hundred metres? She edged forward. Glancing up above the walls at the steel fencing, she sensed she was being watched. A sudden flurry outside – snarling, shrieking…
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DO PUMPKINS SINK OR FLOAT?
Bill and Trevor stared at the unwanted trailer and the selection of large orange oblate spheroids within it. ‘Who attaches a trailer to the back of a pickup anyway? How was I to know?’ Trevor moaned. ‘This time of year, apparently, it’s the local pumpkin farmer.’ Bill paused. ‘Hide the pickup in the back. We’ll…
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Iain Kelly 