Tag: Short Stories
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The Vibe
All the people, the few who had been left behind – employed (whatever that means) – pressing the odd key, asking the occasional perfectly corralled question, they scattered like dust motes, like language.
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Christmas in Sam’s Restaurant
“We’ve cleaned, Chef”, she snapped back. She knew what he was feeling because she was feeling it too. Christmas week and she was already planning where to work next. My dear reader, it was Christmas week and as usual Carl, the Chef-Patron was in a tumultuously bad mood. The restaurant had been decked with all…
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A Christmas Hope
Christmas Eve had come at last, and the house was festooned with decorations. Granny Bacon had called it ‘gaudy’ when she came to visit. Sean was fairly sure that this meant it was completely bloody brilliant. Part 1 It was two weeks before Christmas Eve, and there was no Mum to be seen or felt…
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O’Keefe and the Maltese
He’d lay out a solution using his own code. I’d remind myself never to wrong-side him. Never.


