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CCC13: One Sunny Enclosure

‘Depression,’ the doctor diagnosed. ‘Founded on stress and anxiety.’ I laughed. ‘Nah, I’m not depressed. I’m happy as the sheep in their sun-drenched enclosure—just as long as I don’t open that gate.’ ‘Well, there you are,’ said the doctor to … Continue reading

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It serves you …

Ouch!’ Laurie yelped and sucked her finger. ‘Wuzz! That don’t hurt,’ said her sister Louisa. ‘Yea? You try stabbing your pinky on a vicious thorn bush.’ ‘Well, it serves you, don’t it. Wool-gathering while gathering wool.’ For those not country-bred, … Continue reading

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His Bitch

Robert stood back, his job for this morning done, and watched as a doorman materialised to hold open the door. Anxious now … Tessa was new to the business, would she stumble? Embarrassed, would she look to him? Come on, … Continue reading

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Red Car, White Car, Brown Car, Green.

Jamie looked at the road: endlessly long, featureless, boring. Like her life. She looked down at the river. Turbid. Like her head since her mother died. She patted her jeans back-pocket; heard the crackle of the blister pack. She patted her … Continue reading

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