Short stories, microfiction, and some longer pieces
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The Flying People
There is no peace for them, so there must be no peace for anybody. That’s their reasoning.
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A Rank Sandwich in Bolton – Part 1: before the Murder
You would never have believed that she’d been one of the first female pilots in the RAF back in the day, but she fell out with the military.
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Haring down the hill
He sat in the churchyard, feeling the fag packet in his pocket. He didn’t want to go home where all his relatives would have arrived in black, coughing into sandwiches and mini sausage rolls. They’d try tell him stories about his dad, pretending they knew his dad better than they did.