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Empty Theatre – Friday Fictioneers, January 2021
In the end, there was no-one left to talk to. Where politics and pandemics failed to divide and isolate, cancel-culture and censorship succeeded. It had become easier not to talk though, for fear that someone, somewhere might hear you and … Continue reading →
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A Place for Everything – Friday Fictioneers, January 2021
There’s an air of orderliness about him that I wouldn’t have expected. But when she brings in the tea, pale amber liquid, baby-pink wafers, china cups with impossibly diminutive handles, I understand more clearly. She sits, primly smoothing her … Continue reading →
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No Room at the Inn – Friday Fictioneers, December 2020
“I could always come and live with you.” Her world tilts. Uncle Joe? In her apartment? “You’re fine here, Joe. And they do let you smoke, within limits.” “Five soddin’ fags a day,” he complains wheezily, “I could smoke … Continue reading →
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Fair Game – December 2020
In retrospect, he was almost neanderthal – the underbite, the spiked hair, the squint. But he rode the Waltzers majestically, spinning them hard to make the girls scream, leaping monkey-like from one car to another, muscles bursting through his lumberjack … Continue reading →
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When the Big Wheel Stops Turning – Friday Fictioneers, November 2020
There’s time to reflect now… an outcome as unwelcome as it is unendurable. Momentum lends impermeability – stuff happens, nothing sticks. But inertia leaves him exposed – vulnerable to the actions, reactions and sensitivities of others, which is a … Continue reading →
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Cast a Long Shadow – Friday Fictioneers, November 2020
There were things we weren’t told. The vendors… well you could perhaps understand their silence. But even after we’d moved in, the neighbours said nothing. I asked them why, afterwards. It was just rumour, no point alarming you… … Continue reading →
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Watching Out For You – Friday Fictioneers, November 2020
She’s caught glimpses of him all day, dodging behind hanging rugs, peeping from dark alleyways. She’s unconcerned; it’s happened many times before. Her therapist describes this as working through the grieving process. She’s never heard him before though; that’s something … Continue reading →
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The Passing of the Storm – Friday Fictioneers, October 2020
The storm passed, as storms always do. It’s hard to believe this though, when doors slam, windows rattle and shrieking winds of despair blow a hoolie through the nooks and crannies of our home. Next morning clouds scudded across a … Continue reading →
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The Fall Out – Friday Fictioneers, September 2020
When the red mist lifts, as lift it surely will, he will be consumed with regret. But for now, the thrumming of his rage, the clenching and unclenching of his fists, the drumming of his heels… this is the … Continue reading →
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La Jeunesse – Friday Fictioneers, September 2020
La Jeunesse Long shadows stain the shimmering cobbles; it’s still hot for late September. Weatherworn cottages bordering the square ogle with unblinking eyes as she lifts the damp curls from her neck. The boy from le tabac wipes down tables, … Continue reading →