Tag: Writing
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MISTAKEN IDENTITY
James stood against the railing, feeling refreshed in his tuxedo. It had been an arduous fortnight. Tomorrow, disembark at Alexandria, then a plane ride back home to London. A woman approached, dressed in an elegant ballgown. ‘Join me?’ she asked, offering a flute of champagne. A boy ran between them and vomited over the side…
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LOVE
‘Fifty-nine dead. Five hundred injured.’ Hannah says it more to herself than anyone else. ‘Terrorists again?’ the young girl playing on the floor asks her. ‘Just a man with a gun.’ ‘It’s never going to stop, is it, Mum?’ ‘It hasn’t stopped since time began. All this violence toward each other,’ she shakes her head.…
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FARMER BARRY
When he was a small boy, Barry loved playing with the toy farm his father made for him. He tended to the small cows, sheep and pigs, drove the tractor, mucked out the stables and fed the horses. Sometimes his father would join him, but after his parents divorce he sat playing on his own.…
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RELEASED
Vince reached the familiar streets of the old industrial area. The factories lay silent and rusting. Sitting on the same bench he had used for forty years, he sat and had his lunch, looking at the workplace he had devoted the best years of his life to in the distance. A siren sounded, followed by…
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POIROT’S COFFEE AT DEAUVILLE
‘When did it become fashionable for the French not to serve coffee in a china teacup and saucer?’ Madame Beaumont said, loud enough to ensure the maitre d’ would hear. ‘Mother,’ Alice chided. ‘You shall have to get used to it once I have married Jacques.’ ‘Alice, once you have married Jacques we shall no longer…
Iain Kelly 