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My stories

Cherry

horus

This was before there were guns in the temples, when you could wander freely up and down the Nile, get off the well-trodden and into the local. When it was still the land of the pharaohs. The land of the pyramids. The land of sand in your jap's eye; an itch you couldn't scratch.

Bag of Weasels. Chapter 26

The windows rattled in their frames and clouds slid over the moon.

Bag of Weasels. Chapter 25

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A Weasel in the East pt2. (A Weasel Excerpt).

And so I came day in day out, lulled by the stillness, til a barely discernible trickle of oddness seeped into the days, and it all began to change. One sleepy still afternoon as I lay on the soused floorboards, I saw the light inside the house glimmer and brighten to a brilliance that smacked of visitation.
Cherry

Serious Trouble

The first time I witnessed serious trouble, I was having a swift midweek half in my adopted local. It was the smallest of the nearby pubs, less corporate and loud. Regulars only, all faces known, but light on the bonhomie. We were private drinkers, mostly solo with a smattering of groups of two or three. The pub motto was "mind your own.

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