Category: Fiction
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DOUBLE JEOPARDY
Tap, tap, tap. The soft knocking on the door. Laurie pulled herself up from the sofa and glanced in the mirror. What a mess. She had let herself go during lockdown, not that she had made much effort beforehand. She took another swig from the vodka bottle and tried to flatten her hair. She adjusted…
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WHAT ARE LITTLE GIRLS MADE OF?
She saw him through the window as he approached the café. The arrogant strut, the charming smile, the nonchalant wave. She stopped toying with the sugar shaker and placed it back in the rack and clasped her hands together to mask her nervous tension. How had she not seen it in the first place? How…
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TIME
Too old. Her back was killing her. She straightened up and stretched. This would be the last year. Next summer she would need to get some help in, or let the garden grow wild. Maybe that was the answer. Time to give up trying to control everything. Time to just go with whatever will be,…
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CRABBIT
Shovelling the seaweed away, Agnes was not happy. ‘Fourth time this year,’ she muttered and threw a disgruntled stare at the waves lapping against the ineffective flood wall. Archie pulled up in the hire van. He drove over the seaweed Agnes had spent the last hour gathering into one neat pile. ‘Next lot ready?’ he…
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ILL-GOTTEN GAINS
Her Mum helped her bake the pastries using the rhubarb they had grown in their garden. Each had their own neat tray – rhubarb crumble, rhubarb tarts, rhubarb and toffee cake. She set up the stall at the corner of her street, waiting to capitalise on the Friday, end-of-week rush hour footfall. ‘Treat for the…
Iain Kelly 