Issue 3

The Road to the Beach House

‘Okay, it’s recording,’ I said, leaning in towards her. ‘Let’s get going. ’ Celia permitted herself a faint smile at my expense.

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Issue 3

Perpetual Motion

Holly is cycling home from work when she sees it. A flash across her peripheral vision, like a shooting star. She blinks.

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Issue 3

A Midsummer Night's Shore

Coasting, gently coasting. Our sailing skiff moves purposefully parallel to the shore. A sandbar juts out, and canvas claps as we tack away.

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Issue 3

Running to Hamilton

“Run to Hamilton and tell me that. ” Those were her exact words. Hamilton’s words.

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Issue 3

The Scar

She rests in Ahmad’s chair. The way it creaks used to drive her crazy.

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Issue 3

Crumbs

I don’t like these shirts, the ones I have to wear to the office. They’re garish, falsely cheerful.

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Issue 3

Twins: The One Indigenous, The Other…

“Yes, twenty minutes apart, so Eugene’s actually the older of the pair. ” “And yet so much smaller!” “Well, he had a problem breathing.

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Issue 3

Time to Go

His jandals have been removed – relocated. Their flatfish contours sprawled on the portico caused offence, as he knew they would.

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Issue 3

The Orchard of Hopes and Dreams [57°55’ N, -4.2°806’ W]

They were a couple of sightseers hitting all the spots when they saw the sign, hand-carved in brown-stained wood, classic minimalist Forestry Commission style.

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Issue 3

The Place Between Times

I consider bus stops as the in-between times in which I am in a state of moving but not moving. The journey to another location but temporarily stalled.

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Issue 3

Light Current

It’s always chilly at night, especially in a small boat like this. I’m not exactly sure why we’re drifting around the harbour in a small tin boat.

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Issue 3

Exercise

A moment. Drying off on Egyptian cotton, someone eyes him, naked, triggering self-conscious circuits on a cirrus afternoon.

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