Archive for February, 2012

‘Have you looked in the kitchen drawer?’ he shouted over the sound of his electric razor. Holly swore as she paced down the hallway, frantically patting down the pockets of her coat for the sixth or seventh time. She would be late for the staff meeting. She pulled open the drawer and stared hopelessly into [...]

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We, that’s Martha and me, always met outside the Savoy on Friday night. No, not the Savoy in London, it’s a cinema in Chorlton. They always changed the films on Friday. If we didn’t like the look of it, if it was too weird or scary, we’d just go for a walk if it were [...]

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Winter winds thumped his chest as he weaved through traffic. He’d been warned about drivers who aimed for cyclists. He was getting the message. It was dark by the time he arrived. The city’s largest park was close by and the dingy terrace houses nearby leaned in against each other like battle stations against the [...]

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1053 – Written by Jane Hammons

She’d shopped for food. She was sure of it. She checked her pockets. Nothing. She pulled into the doorway. Uncertain where to spend the night. Certain there’d once been a place with food. Here. This place. She remembered. Curtains. Small tables. Coffee cups thick-handled and sturdy. Crockery. Some words came back. She checked for her [...]

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“Now, the good thing about living here, Fran,” she said, “is that nobody mithers me about me parking.” I couldn’t argue with that, I supposed. We’d seeped out of the car twelve hours previously, in the dark, sticky with sweat and covered in some mysterious dust that had wafted in through the open windows as [...]

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