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DAFFODILS IN AUTUMN
Detective Anders Strand stood on the edge of the lake in Frogner Park. There was a chill in the air, but for a November morning it was mild weather for Oslo. He remembered the old days when this time of year saw the start of winter and below freezing temperatures. Now he looked at the daffodils…
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CHANDELIER
‘Ta-da!’ announced Agnes, throwing her arms open wide, ‘what do you think?’ Archie stared at the array of lights hanging vertically from the ceiling, above the grand staircase. ‘What the…?’ he stared open-mouthed. ‘Isn’t it marvellous?’ gushed Agnes, oblivious to Archie’s response. ‘It’s…it’s…very big.’ ‘Over a thousand individual lights.’ ‘Well, if it’s what you want.’…
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THE WRITER’S SPIRAL
Mark met Bob from Accounting at the bottom of the stairs. ‘Another Monday morning,’ said Bob, as they began the trudge up to the office. Mark grunted in reply. Bob began every Monday with the same conversation. ‘Don’t you ever feel like we’re hamsters in a wheel, going round and round and getting nowhere?’ Bob continued. ‘There…
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DURING THE WAR
George found Nick next to the old fountain in the garden after everyone from the wake had drifted away. ‘Remember when we used to splash in the water round this,’ George said. ‘It belongs to you now, along with all this,’ George gestured to the large gardens and the manor house behind them. Nick patted the…
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ESCAPE
Labuki’s eyes adjusted to the dark room as the door closed behind her. She could smell dirt and dust. She felt the cold cement walls and slowly edged around the new space. Her foot hit a round, hard object on the floor. Using her hands she felt the circular object. A handle protruded from the…
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Iain Kelly 