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Familiar
She looked at them and tried to imagine what that sense of collective belonging felt like; being part of a group of friends who had managed to remain close for so long. Looking at the old photographs now, she was almost jealous of their bond. Something she knew she’d never had. Year after year, page…
Keep readingSapphire
She looked at them and opened her mouth in exaggerated shock. A high pitched squeal burst from her bursting collagen lips. Liam jolted. Then heard them. “Oh. My. God!” a woman screamed. “No. Way.” shouted another. Broad Essex accents. Like bad reality show contestants. Liam knew who it was without turning around. Sapphire was on…
Keep readingThe Collector
He looks at it and pushes away the carnal, blinding urges; to spit, to vomit, to tear; the rage screaming between his ears, telling him that the box is his – rightfully his – and that he should reclaim it with neither payment nor mercy, should snatch it back, and make the unworthy worm pay…
Keep readingRule of Three
I looked… inspired. Indeed, you did. That was amazing! Watch your step. I was amazing. Rather! Well done. Rock and roll! Well… party politics. I. Am. Buzzing. They liked you. A total knockout. First conference speech. First of many. Always very memorable. Blackpool – fucking – illuminations. Come this way. Blackpool Pleasure… Bitch. Turn right…
Keep readingNo Returns
She looked at it and chewed the inside of her mouth. The auction had been running for almost twenty-four hours and with five minutes left there wasn’t a single bid. Of all the items listed, this was the only one unsold. The countdown clicked to four minutes. “Come on,” she muttered. “It’s designer, with no…
Keep reading21st Century Feminism
“He looked at me and held his gaze… And I’m tellin’ ya’, he was holding it real firm… know what I mean?” “Real firm, love it!” Christa cackled over her shoulder as she swung out of her parking space. “Then what happened?” “So, I said, ‘Thanks for that.’ And I go to turn away. Far…
Keep readingFinger Food
I’ve looked at him and registered nothing, just my own reflection in the glass that’s separating us, I didn’t notice anyone on the other side of it, not at first. I just wanted to eat my lunch. Look, bear in mind I’ve been up since 3am, and I’ve spent a day battling my way through…
Keep readingThe Tomb of Memories
He looked at them and stood suddenly motionless. Moments before he was scrambling in the cramped, darkness of the wings, his arms raking in the jumble of costumes that had been frantically discarded. Now, standing in the underbelly of the theatre, the stagehand was scrambling instead to process the scene before him. At the farthest…
Keep readingThe Kink
They look at him and cheer. Sixty thousand people. Right there, in the palm of his hand. Man. Woman. Young. Old. Doesn’t matter. They radiate joy on sight. His appeal universal. A promoters dream. Chest out, he waves back, leeching their applause. But there’s trouble. His set is yet to begin and already he’s panting.…
Keep readingThe Autarky
She looks at him and suppresses her natural revulsion. It’s an ability that, prior to working here, was hitherto unknown. Over the last four months however, it’s become well-practised. Honed even. Dream job? More like a waking nightmare. Because of him. ‘The Autarky?’ she asks, her tone level. ‘That’s correct,’ he says, his eyes not…
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