Tag: Friendship
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The Insect
The Insect Sometimes the span of a lifetime is needed to make an assessment of people. Provincial – that defined Tark’s self-image in the early nineteen-sixties. An insurance clerk with artistic pretensions and a deeply dissatisfied perspective upon his small-town existence, he had convinced himself of one thing; his destiny was to devote his life…
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Gone
The man in the seat in front was picking his teeth with what looked like a straightened-out paper clip. Head bent forward over the green canvas bag on his knees, he appeared to be engrossed in this exercise, even obsessed by it. Randall tapped him on his shoulder, hesitantly. The man turned, still picking, showing…
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Abel
Finally, the gaudily-clothed party of holiday makers had audibly subsided to a conspiratorial murmur. Their car stood deserted in the boatyard car park having disgorged its umpteenth suitcase, their enthusiastic spaniel dog had signed its name to almost everything that could offer an intriguing scent, and now they huddled beside the mooring in two…
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