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Cherie
“Are you not going to talk to me, then?” “Yeah, of course – if you want, like.” Martin knew he was blushing. The girl with the long sun-kissed legs confronted him as he stepped out of the elevator cage. Jack, his mate, followed him, making a sound of appreciation in his ear which, had he […]
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Russell Grimley
“You want your usual?” “Has she been in yet?” Russell Grimley was on edge. Sol Abrahams’ café, just across the street from his flat, was his sole supply of victuals in this last year, but just lately his erstwhile girlfriend had taken to eating there too. “Marika? No. She don’t come in this early. You […]
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The Lady in the Wood
The Lady in the Wood From the horizon of my memory there was, had always been, a lady in the wood. Walking or running among the fallen of an autumn morning when I was very young I met her there, picking wild herbs and toadstools from among the trees. This was in the year my mother […]
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