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It was early morning when I heard him leave. The door clicking shut behind him with a deliberate caution that alerted me to the fact that something was up. From the window I watched him walk out across the field, the wan morning light no longer dim enough to offer him cover. His movements were
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A short story written as part of a Flash Fiction exercise, the theme was the title “Sudden”. The silk scarf feels like a caress. At the mirror she takes care to fold it just so. It is important that it sits well. Small things like that make her happy. She admires the colours in the
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The day she finally did it, it was a Saturday and Sal and I were in town. I’d gone upstairs in the morning and brought her coffee, and asked if she wanted me to fetch anything for her. “No, I’m fine. Maybe I’ll head into town myself later. It looks like it’s going to be
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JULY They’re in my street, filming my home, which I guess was inevitable. The first thing I notice though is the grass. It’s all yellow and dry and it makes the house look pale. I’m surprised at how quickly it’s deteriorated. When I lived there I made sure the lawn was green. The same as
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Richard I woke up today and started thinking about Jane. Little things about her, things that seem to come back now and again, just when you think you are starting to forget. Today I was thinking about how she she read. She would always pause for thought, then go back and re-read whatever passage it
