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193. Could be Worse.

Past a machine and another machine, one spitting letters into a hopper, the other choked with chewed up paper and hissing like a feral beast. Past the gaping lockers filled with tea bags and stained mugs and coffee rings, socks … Continue reading

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189. Dog.

I am lying in the half light of an Autumn Sunday morning, still half submerged in the last weak waves of sleep that are only just beginning to recede, exposing the flotsam and jetsam of a new day for my … Continue reading

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186. Candyman.

The shadows thrown by the shiny cars that nobody owns begin to lengthen in the car park and the long seconds tick by, each second becoming, like the shadows, longer and longer, as the people in the office fidget and … Continue reading

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182. Androgyne

Sitting in the pub on a Saturday afternoon. I’ve got a pint on the table in front of me, the first pint of the day. I remember that Ian Fleming once wrote how James Bond’s favourite drink of the day … Continue reading

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171. Supergirl

“You seen her yet, Luci?” “Seen who?” “Fresh meat. Office pool.” “No. Not yet.” Fresh meat. That’s genuinely how the lads describe a new woman starting at work. Call me a coward but I’m not about to start correcting them, … Continue reading

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161. The Woman Through the Wall

Two seventeen in the morning. I lie awake and stare through the darkness at the slit of light on the ceiling that drifts with each passing car, listening to the screaming and shouting coming through the wall. My wife whispers, … Continue reading

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160. The Nureyev of the NCP

“You still typin’, Luci?” “What the fuck do you mean, Scorcher?” “Well, every time I come in ‘ere you’re either typin’ or shovin’ that mouse about.” “It’s my job, Scorcher. It’s what I’m paid to do. Sit on my arse … Continue reading

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