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When Jackie noticed Mark was spending an unusual amount of time locked in the downstairs loo before coming to bed, she intuited it was more than a desire to have a quiet evacuation. He had always been a fastidious...
Thursday, 5 August, 2010
If there's anything I hate more than life insurance salesmen it's the way they're such complete hypocrites. When this guy comes to my door I think to myself 'You know what, Paul, the sad thing is this guy doesn't even... More...
-1- Like so many men who live in this neighbourhood of deserted factories and crowded taverns, George Fenner is finding it difficult to idle away the dwindling hours of October daylight. On the steps of his front porch he... More...
Nat and her fiancé were very much together, although they hadn't set a date; it was hard, on their combined income, to do themselves justice. James had pulled his thumb out and started a law conversion course, and in the... More...
It wasn't until a few years after everyone had stopped thinking about his turning fifty that my teacher actually celebrated his birthday. That is to say, he stopped mourning its passing and gathered people together in recognition of this change... More...
There are children across the street now. That's another thing that's changed. There are three of them, two boys and a girl. They were out this morning, early, tearing across the lawn as if nothing in the world could be... More...
When Elisa found herself waiting for a self-declared anarchist called Mike in a fashionable restaurant downtown, she unexpectedly found herself thinking about politics. She had abstained from voting in all elections except her first, and even after the devastation of... More...
Night time at the checkpoint, ink spilt through water and clouds scudding the sky above while, to the east, the twin lasers from the festival tunnel into space. "Maybe I can get a stamp for my passport here," the... More...
On the second Thursday of the month, the community centre holds its Good Grief support group for fathers. The coffee tastes like cavity fillings and the pastries are leftovers from the bridge club. Nobody talks much, so the counsellor... More...
Elaine jointed the beef and made piles of chuck and blade, silver-side, brisket and tenderloin. It felt good to put things in order. At seven years old, she couldn't remember the months of the year correctly, but she could name the seventeen main cuts of beef and could search through the intestines and viscera of a cow and name each organ - and even put a price to them. More...
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