Category: Fiction
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YOU CAN’T PARK THAT HERE

Sunglasses on, roof down. One arm on the door, one on the wheel. B-Lo (real name Brandon Archibald Lowescroft-Smith) pulled up into the parking space in his pristine new (mini) Chevrolet. The chilled beats from the stereo added to his smooth vibe of cool. ‘Hey,’ he nonchalantly raised his plastic sunglasses onto his head and…
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INNER SELF

The strange patterns of a new world revealed. The swirls and loops and whirls inside the red cabbage hypnotised him, the juicy segments of the tangerine promised cool succulence and the circular layers of the onion, bursting with that strong, sharp taste as they peeled away. What else? He stared at his fingers and thumb.…
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SUNDAY AFTERNOON

A warm fireplace, some mindless doodling, and most importantly, some chocolate. There were other things he could be doing. Around the edges awaited distractions – work emails, house stuff, paperwork – but nothing that urged immediate attention. Today it was enough to just sit and enjoy what he had, listening to the kids playing outside…

