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The Visit

The walk from the gates of the cemetery had, he decided, been designed to impress upon visitors the seriousness of the place. As he passed the gravestones, his eyes flicked over the names and dates shown. An onlooker would have seen him occasionally registering mild

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Empty Tracks

She’ll be back. I know she will. I stare at the empty tracks, the occasional detritus of paper and scattered rubbish still falling to earth in the wake of the departing train. Out of breath, heart thumping, I see the final carriage as it fades

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The Ultimate Picture

The last whole picture I have of her is in my hands; it’s the one I took that summer’s afternoon. We’d parked near the river and walked. Just walked, a time when the days and our lives were both long. She’s standing to the side

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True Steps On A False Floor

As the crowd shuffled forward, one pace at a time, every part of their bodies was scanned, the information saved for future retrieval, usage, auction and sale. The man in the dark room sat at the computer terminal and pushed a button. Then he pushed

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Her Shadow

She likes to look at her shadow as she walks in the park. She moves her hands and shapes take form on the ground. A small movement of her thumb and what was obviously a hand now becomes a face. A twist of the fingers

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That Morning

The fat old man sat at the table, idly watching the patrons of the small coffee shop as they entered, ordered, consumed their fare, and exited. He was a regular patron, always arriving around ten in the morning; always staying about ninety minutes. The waitresses