Category: Short Story
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THE PLOUGHMAN AND THE NAZI

The droning grew louder. McLean, leaning on his pitchfork, scanned the sky looking for the source. An RAF flyer, he thought. Not unusual in the evening, although this aeroplane sounded much lower than normal. The noise exploded over the ridge, knocking McLean off his feet. As he fell backwards he saw the low-flying ‘plane, with…
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DIANA

Lise blinked as the light glinted in the small window. The sheet beneath her was cool against her skin. She lay on her side and watched the sun play on her pale flesh. Lifting her hand she placed it on her stomach. Auguste would notice the broadening abdomen soon. Today he promised to finish. He…
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HITMAN

Phillips pressed himself against a wall. The alleyways of the old town were the ideal place to confront his pursuer. He had noticed her in the bar earlier. He flattered himself that she was paying particular attention to him out of personal attraction. She had followed him when he left. Hitmen were becoming dangerously attractive…

