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111 Walnuts, Almonds, Nuts

We – Zlatko and I – are stepping out of the bar and onto the cobbled street. We leave behind us Gligor, Gligor’s sudden temper and the chair he has just thrown against a wall and broken to pieces. 

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110 Graduation Day

“Faster, please, Beatrice. Tempus fugit!”   

"Dude, it may be icy, but it's a wheelchair you're in, not a bob-sleigh! And we've still got 30 minutes to get there - chill!"

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109 Hang Ten

In anticipation of the annual surf trip, I am always conscious of my Christmas Day alcohol intake. Each year, I decline Kian’s offer of a nightcap. 

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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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