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THE GRAVEDIGGER
This was the tree alright, the dead one with no leaves. Streetlight nearby, no need for the torch I had brought. A night of hard labour ahead, best get to it. Sweat and dirt, clanging metal on rocky, hard ground. Takes longer than you think to dig a deep grave. At three in the morning…
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BRIGHT EYES
Through the gloom she found their spot where the flowers bloomed in the sunshine that sneaked through the gap in the tree canopy above. The ground was damp but she gave it no mind as she lay down in the wild grass. The sun warmed her face and arms, spring was in the air once…
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FRUIT OF THE LOOM
His big hands would never be able to string up the intricate spindles, though she welcomed the attention of those capable hands on other occasions. His strong legs could push the treadles faster but he adored the shapely toned thighs and calves constantly pedalling the loom gave her. They each had their field of expertise:…
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THE WIZARD’S INN
The Wizard’s Inn had never appeared in the ‘Top 50 Pubs of Norfolk’ published annually by the Norwich Gazette. It had never featured in the local tourist guide or any Good Food guide. The ale was bitter, the atmosphere musty, the decor dated. Yet despite this it served a loyal band of regulars day in,…
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STRAWBERRY SWING
She’d had the idea while watching a gardening magazine show – apparently plants had emotions and responded to music and words. Perfect. She stripped down the old grand piano, rejigged the strings and hammers, filled it with grade-A compost and planted the seeds. She soon had a playlist – Rachmaninoff and Chopin went down best…
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Iain Kelly 