Tag: short story
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Ten Pounds
The sun was setting behind the old multi-storey. He remembered coming through to town when he was young, walking down the thin corridor in the shadows between the car park and the shops and out into brilliant sunshine. The sun was setting now and there…
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Two Crows
Two crows down by the river. An old beat up guitar, you know the kind of one that’s travelled with you. Good company, seen the miles. Passing it back and forth. On the river banks. Here’s one I wrote. He smiles back at her. Here’s…
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Out of Habit
Life is a firecracker sometimes, and sometimes it’s a little bar like this. This just suits me down to the ground. The Harbour Pub, it never stops surprising me just how many people it fits when it looks like someone’s front room. The library round…
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Gibbons Guitar Tone
Walk through town.Tall buildings casting shadowunder the winter sun. Traffic queues up.Someone’s got the window down,making a phone call,and you can hear them half way up the streettelling someonethey need to get creamfor those haemorrhoids. Few folk laughing. Walk past the pub.Looks like a good…
