Tag: story
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Z IS FOR ZEBRA

The sun shone on Oslo, the signs of Spring finally showing. There was warmth in the sun and families sat on picnic rugs and played games on the grass. Sand and Gabi walked along the path. Gabi’s arm was still in a sling. The bruises and swelling on Sand’s face had receded. He moved stiffly…
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Y IS FOR YACHT

Sand sprinted as fast as his aching body would carry him along the dock. In the storm he kept losing sight of Moen until the dark was illuminated by a fresh lightning strike and he saw the toiling figure ahead. They ran clear of the hulking whaling ships, now it was private yachts and sailboats…
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W IS FOR WHALE

The night streets were deserted. The residents of Bergen knew better than to go outside when a major storm was blowing in from the Norwegian Sea. Bakke managed to keep the car in sight. Dag Moen’s driving was reckless, hurtling through the streets as the driving rain reduced visibility to almost zero. ‘He’s heading to…
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THE GRAVEYARD AT THE END OF MY STREET

There’s a graveyard at the end of my street. I’ve walked round it since I could walk. I’ve read the tombstones since I could read. Over the years I have written the life stories of the people buried there. There’s one grave that memorialises three generations of one family. The father, son and grandson. They all…
