John removed his green quilted gilet and draped it across the back of the stool. He grabbed the peak of his Tweed flat cap and...
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The Detour The distorted discoloured face scowled at Josh from atop its stony plinth, its drooping mouth making it look as though it had suffered...
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Margo runs her hands down the back of the tweed skirt, smoothing it as she lowers herself onto the plastic seat. She looks around her,...
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It was a chilly December night and mischief was afoot. The village of Ratsbottom was in complete darkness. This was nothing out of the ordinary...
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As the dark and dreary days of 2022 drew to a close, a disillusioned band of former soldiers decided enough was enough. Weary of living...
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We hug, we kiss, we smile, and we laugh. As we walk into town, I give them a demonstration of voice recognition prejudice, my incalcitrant...
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“What’s up? What happened?” “Ah’m no saying anything. Do me a favour and walk down the corridor to the first lounge.” JC was a wee...
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“So Robbie, what have you come up with?” The suit settled back in his soft leather chair and folded his arms. “Ah think ye'll enjoy...
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I never once saw Sandy when he wasn't steamin', out-of-his-skull drunk, weaving anarchically along the pavement between the harbour and the Rowan Bar; our shared...
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