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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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THEIR TRANQUIL PLACE
Their own quiet spot: the water brown from the muddy bed; the beach a mixture of sand and silt; the tree that grew out horizontally from the water’s edge before curving up towards the heavens. It was here they had first stolen away together, away from the group of friends hanging around the park in…
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A NEW BROOM
‘Well, what do you think?’ ‘Very nice. The new ATS 83 model, is it?’ ‘Yes, got a good trade in for it too.’ ‘They took the old broom off your hands?’ ‘They can still use it for spare parts. Want a shot?’ ‘Would love too.’ ‘Pointed helmets on then. Just lift that cat flap at…
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Iain Kelly 