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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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REBUILDING
The new Buckingham Palace looked exactly like the old one had from the air. The last remnants of the construction site had almost gone, only a large fence remained, to be removed before the official opening next week. The pilot brought the Boeing 787 Dreamliner round in another long circle over the city as he waited…
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DOUBLE AGENT
He sat in the café watching Berliners come and go. Where was she? The newspaper lay folded at the business page as per the agreed protocol. The coffee cup next to it sat untouched. He felt the point of cold steel between his shoulders. An East German accent said ‘I think you should come with…
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BEACHCOMBING
Returning to the porch of his ramshackle beach hut, he looked at the shelves filled with his collection of driftwood, shells, coral and flotsam and jetsam. In the two remaining spaces he placed the latest additions from his morning walk along the sand. The severed foot sat nicely in the smaller space, and he managed to bend…
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Iain Kelly 