Category: Fiction
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OPEN DOOR

It always followed the same pattern. Middle of the night. Panicked phone call. Incoherent story. She always ended up agreeing to go over. This is different. Door wide open. Probably just a neighbour didn’t close it right. Out of habit she checks the mailbox. Empty. Up the stairs, lit by flickering halogen. Along the corridor.…
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KITSCH
Can a person be kitsch? He’s sweet, but he wears trouser braces with a garish shirt and hat and brightly coloured cords. I give him a chance, but then he invites me back to his and I see the living room… 1970s mustard-orange decor and chintzy lamps, and I’m out. ‘I’ll be off,’ I say.…
