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Colin Devonshire

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Just Dreaming

‘This can’t be bad can it?’ There was no answer from Mark’s girlfriend. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. Why wouldn’t it be? Her legs were stretched, and her toes reached the gentle slap of baby waves trying to tickle her calves. A seagull screeched its presence above them. ‘He must be looking for food? Sorry bird, we have nothing for you.’ He wanted to adjust his seating but he didn’t want to disturb Lek. Mark was sitting with one arm buried in the sand supporting his upper body. His legs were straight with Lek’s head res...

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Where Do I Come From?

‘Where I come from, women are equal to men. Gays are accepted. What more do you want?’ 'Yeah, but that is not true. My mum is not equal to my dad.’ ‘Did your mum say that, or your dad?’ ‘Neither said it. I just know.’ ‘Really, how so?’ ‘Dad earns more.’ ‘Does that mean he is better?’ ‘No, but…’ ‘In your house is everyone equal?’ ‘No, if I want to watch something on tv, I can’t if football is on.’ ‘So, your dad is in charge of the telly?’ ‘He bought it, so, I suppose he is.’ ‘What if your mum wanted to watch a romance film, but the football i...

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The Handsome Man

‘Hello, handsome man, come inside, please. Oh, it’s you.’ Her fake smile was now a real snarl. A stooped figure ducking behind the bar opened the fire exit door. The back door closed soundlessly. ‘Yes, it is me.’ He nodded. ‘Where is he going?’ ‘Who knows? He is the boss, I don’t ask him what he is doing. Was he expecting you?’ ‘Get him.’ She fiddled with the shoulder strap of her bikini top and stepped down from the tall stool she had been perched. Without a word, she turned away and marched through the empty bar to the back door. Her cut-...

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Under The Roundabout

‘Leave my daughter alone. You filthy layabout.’ A young mother snatched the toddler away from Peggy the Bag. ‘She fell from the swing, I was helping her up.’ Peggy said cringing. The mother squared up to Peggy. The bag lady fell to the playground floor, and covered her head, expecting a kicking. The teenage mum spat and stormed to her daughter, who ran and was huddled and crying under the slide. Peggy turned her head, she saw something glinting under the roundabout. She spotted Old Gil laying on the grass next to his favourite bench di...

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Slim or No Chance

“We are running out of time,” said Stu. He upped the pace of his jog. His snub nose pistol was working its way loose in his waistband. “Relax, we’ve got ages,” answered Alex, “Watch you don’t drop the shooter.” Stu grabbed for his weapon as it cartwheeled towards the runway. The blast stunted Stu; it killed Alex. Stu collapsed next to his friend. He tried and failed to shake life back into him. The hole in the front of his face was not for talking or eating. The hole at the back of his head was bigger and splintered the skull. Stu wanted to ...

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I Can See Him

“I can see it now. It’s in my mind, there can’t you see?” “No, honey, I can’t see something you are imagining,” Brent said. He squirmed on his chair, holding his wife’s hand. A nurse popped her head in, “Everything alright with Julie?” “No change in her, I’m afraid. I must go, do you think she’ll notice?” “We do not know what she is thinking. But, at least she is usually smiling.” Brent collected his briefcase packed with his university’s papers. “Sorry, I have to read all this tonight. See you tomorrow?” “Yes, I’ll be here," sai...

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Bunkered

“What the? This is not my room. How did I get here?” Police Detective Jennings struggled to shake himself awake. Was he still dreaming? He shook the spiders from his gummed eyes. Peering through sand grains, he noticed his walls were light blue. “They are not that colour?” There was a strange electronic thing on his bedside table. His trusty alarm clock had disappeared, the electric box suddenly lit up, and the radio tuned. He knew it was seven o’clock. The wardrobe wasn’t his, the clothes inside wouldn’t fit. And there was only men’s stuff....

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One Star

“Thank you, most entertaining. That was the most tasteless meal I’ve ever had the misfortune to not eat. I was going to say eat, but I hate to lie. I couldn’t swallow a mouthful,” Chantana said as she pointed her spoon at a gooey mess of chicken curry. “Brilliant, that's what I wanted to hear,” Dennis said and, smiled. “What? You take me out for a meal, and wanted me to hate it? Thanks very much.” “No, no, you don’t understand. I will take you for a glorious dinner soon.” “Look, let’s get one thing straight, I am a food critic. I am not here...

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Jam Dai!

“I remember! You said, you, you, you promised, that we could go somewhere.” Silence answered. “You promised!” screeched Yaya. “I remember,” her voice quietened to a whisper. She kicked at the seated boyfriend. It was early Monday evening. Yaya had studied Business English all day, she was tired. Students were expected to perform non-stop at the most famous and prestigious university in all of Thailand. Parents are proud of their offspring for passing their way through to a learning place all Bangkok admired. Yaya’s were no different....

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Grow Up!

“Grow up, can’t you?” Sammie asked her brother for the tenth time that morning. “I enjoy playing, what’s wrong with that?” Phet answered. Songkran, the Thai New Year, is celebrated from April 13th to 15th. Songkran is the Sanskrit word meaning, passing or approaching. Buddha images were passing and approaching. A parade of trucks laden with huge statues, all shielded by local beauty queens drove along the road. All that bored Phet, he loved the fun bit. The water festival, where everyone got drenched. He went to fetch the hotel's hose. Today...

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What A Day For A...

“We’ve had a miserable spring, but today is the first day of summer, and the sun is shining,” said Bradley. “So?” asked Rob. “Yeah, so what?” asked Tina, Rob’s little sister. “I thought it would be great to enjoy a picnic. If your mum will knock up a few sandwiches?” Bradley looked across at his new wife. “Yeah, right, I’ve got nothing else to do,” she answered sarcastically. “Come on, pet. It has rained every weekend since we got married. This is our chance to get some fresh air.” “Robbie, Tina, what do you think?” Trish, their mum asked. “...

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Einstein The Genius

“I’m gonna call you Einstein,” said Adam. “What’s an stein?” Henry asked. “Exactly.” “What are you on about?” “We are mates, yes?” “Of course we are,” said Henry. “Well, mate you are not like a razor.” “Why are you talking in riddles?” “A razor is sharp, yes? And you are not,” Adam answered. “Because I failed maths?” “Yes, and no, you are the stupidest person I’ve ever met.” “That’s not nice, I’m never rude to you,” said Henry. “No, I’m sorry. I’ve had a few bad days, that’s all.” “What happened?” “Who is the best...

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Try, Try, Try...

“All I wanted, was to be your friend,” said Butch. He turned to hide his tears. He jogged away, soon tired, then trudged home, slumped shoulders edged through the door. “Whatever is wrong with you?” asked his mum. “Why did dad name me Butch?” “Would you have preferred Brian? That was our first choice.” “Anything but Butch. All the kids at school laugh at me. They go on about fierce dogs and gay men. I am not Butch,” he stormed to his room. There was a tap, tap, tap at his door, no answer, his mother popped her head in. “I’ve got your dinne...

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Phu Ying

“WHOA, THAT WAS close,” Jeah breathed. The door frame splintered above his head. “His bodyguards must have had shooting practice?” he whispered to himself. Jeah ducked and rolled sideways, laying on his front he fired two shots in quick succession. The guards crumpled. Walking towards the car, the driver stretched his arms through the window and put his empty hands up. “Get out,” Jeah ordered.  The front of the driver’s trousers was wet. “Go.” He scampered away. The real target sat in the rear seat. Jeah opened the door, studied the man...

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Somewhere... Over The What?

This was not what he wanted or expected. His life had changed, finished university with a degree, a job, not well paid, but a decent start. He found a house, old and tatty, but it had all the furniture he needed. And a first steady girlfriend, not any old girl, a beautiful, classy young lady. They had been seeing each other for five months. Tish was her nickname, he thought her real name was Patricia but had never asked. Everyone knew Tish, but not her real name. His name was Mike, everyone knew his real name. Names summed them up. One excit...

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