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The Innocent Caller
I called, apologised for the delay, said that violent crime had increased, it was the season. The person called insisted on their innocence. The voice slightly hoarse, almost…
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Snow in July
It was July and the snow was falling softly. My eyes had stuck shut again. She had to lead me to the ferry, fixed the ticket into my hand and murmured her you’ll be all right, won’t you? Oh yes, oh yes, I said as I lowered my rucksack to the asphalt.
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Before It Happens
You walk towards the library and still none of what has happened has happened. While she turns towards the crossing you watch her whites of the eyes expand, and you think: She…
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Welcome Home
Awake. Here I am, on a sofa, seeing nothing, eyes adjusting, clear. Someone is pointing a revolver at me. “Well, welcome home,” she says. I am not afraid, but where am I? The last…