Tag: reprise
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The Kingfisher
The white house on the corner had been the village inn, as Ariel remembered it. Now it was someone’s home. There were flowers on the forecourt where benches and tables once stood – that same someone had built a low wall around the flowers and lavished it with white render, butter-thick. The old inn sign…
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Blackpool Rock
This is another short story from my archives, one I particularly like because although the story is not my own, it contains one or two personal references, an indulgence I rarely claim. I hope you will like it (or possibly remember it)! Had he expected it? The open fields poppy-red where he had played, half…
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