Tag: gate
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THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE
He was sweating. His back ached. His arms couldn’t carry the heavy parcel much further along the pedestrianised street. 4300, 4301, 4302… Almost there. He didn’t think about the walk back to the start of the street that awaited. His car was parked outside house No.1. 4376. He had made it. He dropped the parcel…
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INVITATION
‘Do come in,’ she beckoned to the people passing her gate. They veered away from the old crone. When she was younger they had come more easily, enticed by her warm, youthful face. Back then the community had been poorer. Beggars who lived on the streets and cripples returning from the war had gladly accepted…
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OLD FRIEND
The grey clouds hung low over the surrounding rooftops. Phillips stood next to the gate. His breath formed small puffs of mist. He pressed his hands deeper into his pockets. ‘They sent you.’ Phillips recognised the voice from the other side of the gate. He had last heard it in the bar in Whitehall all…
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G IS FOR GATE
Dahlia Larsen hurried through the gate. Her breath froze in white clouds as she crunched through the snow. She lifted the heavy garbage skip lid and threw the black plastic bags of rubbish inside before heading back. Sorrisniva, the igloo hotel in Alta, in the north of Norway, had closed the previous week as the…
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HUNTED
At the end of the secure tunnel the gate had been left open. Jess stood at the other end of the tunnel and tried to judge the distance. A hundred metres? She edged forward. Glancing up above the walls at the steel fencing, she sensed she was being watched. A sudden flurry outside – snarling, shrieking…
Iain Kelly 