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108 A Walk in the Park

‘Won’t be long Mary love.’ I called goodbye like I always do and pulled the front door shut. I walk through Clissold Park most afternoons after lunch, have done for twenty years or so...

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107 The Less Fortunate

My mother and I had a tacit agreement not to make eye contact during school hours. When the clip clopping of her Headteacher high heels stopped at my classroom door I looked down at my desk, suddenly absorbed in long division.

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105 Cyfannedd Fach

The cottage is as they left it. Each time they return he holds his breath, as if it might have disappeared in their absence. But the crumbling sheep barn is still there...

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104 Fragile

Alan framed them on the bridge with a ribbon of coloured houses as a backdrop. When the shutter-button was partially depressed his wife and daughter’s blue eyes whirred into sharp focus

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103 Flash Fiction 2017 Part 2

I don’t think you mind our silence; we’ve fallen into it quite naturally. You’re watching the bar, which doubles as a reception for an upstairs hostel, and I’m watching you 

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