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Nostalgia for the Never-was

Posted on 20/03/2016 by

(Inspired by the work of Laurent Kronental, in particular this photograph) Dregs. Scum. Rabble. Undesirables. Canailles. Guillaume hated them all with a dour passion. His hatred had not made him become a gendarme, but it had kept him one through … Continue reading →

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Person of Interest

Posted on 05/01/2016 by

Caucasian. Pale skin. Blue eyes. Brown brush-like hair. Stubbled jaw. Lean figure. Horn-rimmed glasses. Often a hoodie, jeans and worn sneakers. Occasional black wristband and/or bracelet consisting of brown beads, invariably on right wrist. ********** “This it?” Lieutenant Sanders let … Continue reading →

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With Apologies to Saul Williams…

Posted on 08/07/2015 by

…and all rappers and, indeed, all People of Colour. I only wrote this as it was prompted by an entry in a book my partner gave to me for Christmas, a book called ‘642 Things To Write About’: “Write the … Continue reading →

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Inexplicably Irate

Posted on 29/06/2015 by

“Joe was the last person on Earth I expected to do that…” She was bawling, tears flowing down her pretty face like a waterfall. Detective Graham McCaffrey remained impassive. He had witnessed a lot of crying over his three decades … Continue reading →

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Three Points of View

Posted on 25/06/2015 by

A big, raucous house party of drunken high-school students. We examine the scene from the perspective of three individuals concerning the incident; one of the teens attending the party, a police officer called to the scene, and a parent of … Continue reading →

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On the lookout for an old high

Posted on 07/09/2014 by

“We got another one.” Detective Beck sighed. Of course there was another one. There was always another one. This thing was out of control, and all her knucklehead colleagues could think of was the extra overtime. “On it, Chief.” Her … Continue reading →

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Yawny & Snoozer doze for clues

Posted on 06/12/2012 by

“Constable? What a delightfully apt name. My dear Vivian, you never had a chance, did you? Snoozer! What do you make of this chap’s name?” “Wondrous. Simply wondrous. Much like this hot milk & nutmeg” “Indeed!” Thus went my introduction … Continue reading →

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The Barely Conscious Adventures of Yawny & Snoozer, Comatose Crime-fighting Comrades

Posted on 03/12/2012 by

“Blehferrahburrrguh…” Eloquent, as usual. Yawny had a way with words when he was exiting the land of Nod. Or entering it. Or just, kinda, in and out of it. It was often difficult to tell. “You…said it…me ole…mucker…errrah…” Ah, Snoozer. … Continue reading →

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