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The Sunday School Teacher.

Patricia Lambert stared at a photo on the mantelpiece. Taken six years ago in Weymouth. She was surrounded by children. All hers. Not biologically of...
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Lucky Black Brogues.

His double espresso hit him hard like a shot of vodka. It made him close his eyes and shake his head. A sensation he still remembered from his old...
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When Your Numbers Up.

He was late for work. Again . His boss would give him a bollocking. Oh well, didn’t matter, fuck him! He stood in the bathroom in just his grey (...

Today I Will Write.

As soon as I opened my eyes this morning, I promised myself one thing. Today I would write. No excuses. All I had to do was figure out where. The...
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Better Days

It’s damp. So damp our windows cry every morning. Three of us, arms and legs intertwined . An octopus of flesh, seeping yellow on a matress that once...

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