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Novice Novelist Struggles To Realise Ambitions

Endeavouring to describe the experience of an urban popular uprising from the perspective of its most cowardly participant,┬áThe Yellowest Red succeeds in capturing the emotional turmoil of its terrified protagonist. Adil Patel, an apprentice baker in the employ of a … Continue reading

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Nostalgia for the Never-was

(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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Not Quite Sanguine III

My head was pretty messed up after facing up to that freakish intruder, so after a night of fitful almost-sleep I gathered my belongings and set off. ‘Fuck this town’, that’s the condensed version of what was going through my … Continue reading

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Not Quite Sanguine II

Nothing happens the way you think it would. It wasn’t the local authorities or Feds who figured out my condition first – how could they? There’s no paper trail or scent to follow; a one-hundred proof immune human doesn’t leave … Continue reading

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Person of Interest

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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Yaw

You would think that after such a long time at sea – coming up on forty odd years, I reckon – I’d have found my sea legs. No such luck. Don’t get me wrong fella, I love the ocean; splendor, … Continue reading

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What His Desk Thinks About At Night

He and his missus have lived in this room over a year, and he still hasn’t cleaned me. Just dumps all his crap on my head, like I’m some sort of shelf. Hey, bozo, I’m here to be worked on! … Continue reading

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