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After Hannah

This short story follows on from The Truth of the Evening. Click here to read it.   After Hannah's death, I locked myself away, hidden in my bedroom. Under the covers, hair askew, sleep boogers encrusted in the corners of my eyes. Feral dog's breath and furry teeth. What did I have to look forward… Continue reading After Hannah

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The aftermath

This is Part 2. Click here if you wish to read Part 1   In the aftermath, it was hard to make sense of what happened. But I remembered a few details, which I dutifully told the police when they arrived. Marty and I had been sitting out the front of the complex. His arm… Continue reading The aftermath

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Anniversary

'Happy anniversary!' The two words were sung out by my best friends as I walked into the restaurant and approached the reserved table. These three ever-reliable women had arrived ahead of me, ready with a bottle of Prosecco and beautifully wrapped gifts. I smiled my thanks. Swallowed my guilt. 'Aaaw, you guys are the best.… Continue reading Anniversary

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Apocalypse

'The boycott stands. I'm sorry.' The voice was stern, on a loudspeaker. Coming from outside my home. I peeked out the front window to see four police cars parked crookedly on the street. Neighbours' curtains were pulled partially aside to give them a view of what was going on. I wonder which one called the… Continue reading Apocalypse

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The truth of the evening

I'll tell you the truth. The others won't, but you can count on me. Sit awhile, take a moment to relax, make a cuppa perhaps, while I give you the whole story. We were at the soiree. You know, the annual fundraiser for the footy club. Oh, and I guess you need to know who… Continue reading The truth of the evening