Monthly Archives: August 2011

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Her Old Gran

“Oh my god, is she growing pot?” David whispered. “Duh, no. Course not.” Ginny replied. “Well, then, what is it?” “It’s… a vine. Of some description.” She rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t know, but it’s not pot. Why would an old lady want

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Rooted

Marianna paced and stopped. She raised her head and then looked down, touching the hardened aerial roots that clutched the roman columns supporting her terrace pergola. “Oscar,” she yelled. “Oscar, come here!” There was no answer. She walked back to the edge of the patio,

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We were given the land as part of the rebuilding scheme. They wanted people living and working on the land, now that it could be worked again. There was just one problem. The tree was huge, and old, roots burrowing deep underground. By then it

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Note to My Flatmate

I’ve left you the cash. I know it probably won’t cover it – your grandma’s vase looked like it was probably quite expensive – but I drained my bank account dry with that weekend in Vegas. And paying my bail. Here are the keys as

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No girl. Go.

Moneymoneymoneymoneymoney. Need money. Gotta get out. Gotta get out of here. Get away. Too much thinking, too many thoughts, get somewhere quiet, somewhere away. Grab the keys, grab the cash, grab the girl. No girl. Okay, just gogogo. Keys in the car, pedal to the

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No One Won

The big little man came into the hospital a little after midnight, through a side door, cursing the hour, or the whole expedition. Traffic had been bad, and he wasn’t a man used to traffic. “Damn off-the-books consultations.” He grizzled at one of the two