Monthly Archives: November 2008

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By Way Of An Apology

The creak and grinding of the gravelly flesh beneath its rocky hide made me shudder. When I was four, I fell into the pond behind the barn. My father had found me, and fished me out. I remember so little from those years now, but

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Paying Attention

The object they were walking towards proved an interesting backdrop to the monologue she was listening to, she concluded. It occurred to her, studying the grey, craggy exterior of the mythical creature, that it seemed to parallel the sharp and edgy parts of their relationship;

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The Absence Of Something

“Did you know that this was the first pub in Amsterdam to serve foreign beers? They started doing that in 1974.” “What did you do, read that on their website?” “How did you know that?” “I was taking the piss.” “Oh.” They were sat in

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My Father Jack

Upon it’s demise, the giant ossified, and despite mother’s complaints that it put her kitchen into shade, father left it there, as a warning to other giants, and a sign to the other villagers of his prowess. Tweet

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Jacob’s Garden

Oliver Jacob worked for many years – a lifetime – as a labourer, and a foreman, then a site inspector and a part-time consultant, and he retired early, with some money in the bank and a wife in the ground, and lived what he might

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How to Make A Golem

I was only three or four when I first read that page of the book. Grandpa’s big dusty grimoir was too heavy for me to lift then. I struggle even now. How To Make A Golem. I had learned not to ask questions raised by