Stephen Thom

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As long as sea beats on stone

The sleek body of the dive bomber plunged, the arc of its wingspan and tremendous feedbacked screech cutting the air around it to ribbons. The ships...
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Bird as messenger

I had to get a train away from this place tomorrow. Rain drummed the balcony outside my window, and the moon was a sharp knife cut through felt. The...
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Lord of flies

She was standing facing the cupboard in the corner when my eyes flicked open. I blinked twice in the thick dark, still caught in the slip between...
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Smudge

It was starting to rain when I arrived home in the evening. A woman was crying on the stairwell as I walked up, on the landing underneath my own flat...

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