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Colin Devonshire

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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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Love Heart?

“She pointed at the wardrobe. She said a few words, not in English. And then died,” Anne said as the tears flowed. The ambulance men removed the body on a stretcher. “It’s sad, but she had a long life,” Mags answered. “How old was she?” “Nobody knows, she wasn’t even sure.” “How can that be?” “You said she spoke before she died? What did she say?” “I’m not sure, it sounded like, ‘Inima,’ what does that mean?” Anne said. “She was from Romania? Is that right?” “I think so, but she never liked to talk about her youth. Even her more recent past....

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Cheers, God

“I am a lucky boy. We have a strong Wi-Fi connection today. I can watch my favourite series.” “That’s great, you enjoy it. Do you want a cup of tea?” “Thanks, mum, I’d love one, with a biscuit or three?” “One biscuit, watch your weight,” mum said. “Ow, go on, let’s agree on two?” Since my accident, I had played no sport. I did watch the football. Does that count as exercise? Five minutes later she carried in a tray with a plate of biscuits. She expected a smile. Instead, I smashed the teacup, saucer and cookie piled plate. Knocked cleanly fr...

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Here I Am

The bus rumbled like an empty stomach. We missed the bus stop by ten yards. It did stop. I got off alone. I didn’t wave; I trundled on; I had a hand-drawn map; it was damp with sweat, was it the right place? I thought so. She told me her farm would be easy to find. There was nothing here. Miles of green paddy fields. Or were they her farm? People with hunched backs picked at the water, lifting, stabbing, planting. One after the other, head turned and peered at me. Should I wave? Head down I trudged on. At last, buildings came into view. An e...

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Solid

“So, what do you think of the new house?” “It’s old.” “Yes, but look, character dribbles out of the teak.” “Has it got Wi-Fi?” “Not yet, but soon, the engineer will fit it, he’s booked. Relax.” Austin couldn’t wait to leave central Bangkok. His girlfriend, Hathai, was not so sure. She had been born in the city, schooled in the city, all her friends and family lived in the city. Now she was going to a ‘hick town.’ “Petchaburi is not too far, we can drive back any time you want,” said Austin. “It’s two hours away.” Petchaburi c...

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Snowed-In

“You have got to be joking?” “No, I mean it, we are stuck.” “You are telling me, I’ve travelled all this way. Bought loads of clothes, learned how to ski, used up two weeks of my holiday time, and now we are stuck in this room?” “It is not a room it is a chalet.” “Whatever. I would rather be working in my air-conned office than stuck in ice and snow.” He had plans when they returned. Beam was far from beaming. She grew up in Bangkok; she had finally gained a degree in accounting. Her father promised her a holiday, anywhere she fancied. She c...

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Tea Junction

“I’m gasping for a cuppa,” said Angie. “We will not have your usual,” Suk answered. Angie was the new girl at Pert Exports, she brewed the office tea. That wasn’t her job, she was head of international sales. But, as the new girl, she made the tea. Suk was the daughter of PE’s owner. She ran the show. “Today we are going out for our afternoon ‘cuppa’, I’m taking you to a tea shop. Okay?” Suk led Angie by the arm to her chauffeur-driven BMW. “Where are we going?” “We are going to Yaowarat Road, Bangkok’s Chinatown. They know abo...

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I Don't Know Why?

“I don’t know why, but I get a funny feeling when I’m near her,” Chas said. He was sitting looking at his shoes. Not that his shoes were anything special. Scuffed school footwear. “Yeah, I can see it in your face,” Patsi answered. “You fancy her, you've got no chance!” Patsi, was Chas’s oldest friend at the school, his only friend. He and his family had moved from London to Thailand a year ago. He had struggled with his Thai tones, the other kids giggled. “No, I don’t. There is something about her.” Patsi looked at her shiny shoes. “Forget h...

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Happy New What?

“Happy New Year!” he shouted from the hole in the broken glass of the 30th-floor condo window. Fireworks exploded below, rockets screeched around. His sarcasm was wasted on the heavy Bangkok air. He turned and saw her stooped, broken and bent across the dining chair, knees on the carpet, stomach and chest flattened on the seat, her head hung uncomfortably as if watching her thighs under the cushioned seat. Her long dark hair dragged on the ground. Her slim arms were pinned by her ears, wrists bent, one hand clutching at something hidden in h...

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Never Never

“As they say, ‘Better Late Than Never’, whatever that means?” Alfred said to his wife. He wasn’t sure if she understood. She gave no sign. He hoped for a smile, even a glint from her sightless eyes. He could wish. His memories drifted back to their wedding day, all those years ago. “April 1st, 1962, it was sunny and warmish for the time of year. Why did we get married on All Fools’ Day? Her father suggested it, I remember,” he muttered to himself. “He never wanted us to be wed. Silly old man, he didn’t understand us.” Alfred sat down on the ...

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Found

“I’m serious, my granddad found my dad.” “What are you talking about?” “My granddad was in Burma with the Chindits during the war.” “What are the Chindits?” “Were, you mean, they were called ‘The Forgotten Army’, because they used to get lost behind enemy lines. My granddad was sent to India, but soon, off he went to Burma to fight the Japanese,” Chop said, he looked up dreamily, remembering the man he adored. “Anyway, what do you mean he found your dad?” Chop’s best friend asked. “My dad was found walking alone in the jungle, he had burns a...

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Curtains Open

“By the sound of it, we have a full house.” “What do you mean, ‘by the sound of it’, how can you tell from back here?” “Experience, my dear boy,” Georgie Boy panted. Years of beating the boards told him. He had lost the status of leading man a year ago, now, he was one of the cast. Did he mind? Yes, nobody wants to get older, especially when looks fade. As hard as he coloured the grey, another hair fell out. The new leading man had been picked, not because of his acting skills, which were okay, but because, he looked the part. That, a...

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Ta

“Thanks a lot,” Jazza said to himself, he was unhappy with his bosses comment, even less happy with her suggestion. His latest task was handed via email which ended ‘my office door is open’. The other reporters hid their grins behind papers. He trudged towards the door at the far end of the building. It was tough getting his work permit, now it seemed even harder keeping it. He was stumped. His boss was the editor of a provincial newspaper. Jazza was only the second non-Thai journalist working for them. To gain the work permit, he needed to ...

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The Good Old Days

“Back in my day, we didn’t accept any bad language. On our black-and-white tv, they hinted at foul jokes without saying the bad words. Adults would get the point without upsetting the children,” granddad said, before drifting off in another nap. I loved granddad; it was always fun to be with him. He showed us paper and pen games, sometimes with one or two dice. Nothing electronic. My brother, John, and I grinned and nodded at each other. John like his phone games more but would always join us, laughing and fooling around. We messed about wit...

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