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Steelie 8

‘Right, that’s it,’ growled DI Griffin. ‘You’ve taken the piss wance too often. I’m taking you in.’ He muttered to himself while searching behind his...
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Steelie 7

‘Ur there any spirits wae us?’ Steelie’s voice barely more than a whisper. The planchette shivered, and pieces of cardboard marked with letter and...
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Steelie 6

He leaned forward, the ink from the Racing news and rough wood of the table digging into his forearms. A nimbus of light seemed to drift and spread...
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New Directions (28)

The tow path along the Kennet is very pretty even on a teeth rattling morning in December. During the night a heavy layer of frost crystals sprayed...
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New Directions (27)

A call to Dev didn’t happen. A snotty AI voice pretending to be a female explained in staccato tones the number was unavailable – a lie and not a lie...
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New Directions (26)

She was asleep. Drawing a seat as close to her as I could I leaned Ted and Lucy’s envelope against the water jug sitting on the grey metal cabinet aside the bed.
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New directions pt 23

More gris than noir at the mo
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A story by Albert Ross

Change of name and image (Image by Andrew Shiva from wiki commons)
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Dinner-with 5 eyez (stripped)

Slow workdays... The lingering to-do details, the dreaded list of catch up's, plus the forgotten stuff. Malta – Mistra Bay- ( Il-Bajja tal-Mistra)...