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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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102 A Bad Business

“Who goes there?”

No answer. The watchman sees nothing, but through the roar of the wind and the trees distinctly hears someone walking along the avenue ahead of him 

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