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I met him in the street when he asked me what day it was. The light nights confused him, he said. He had gone for a nap and woke up thinking it was tomorrow. These things happen, I told him. He asked me up for tea... read more

by Stuart Blackwood

I recognized a red haired woman from the last time I’d been, still holding her arm in a sling across her chest and resting her good leg on her trolley. I’m sure it was her. She might have died there and been happy... read more

by Frankie Gault

Och well, that’s thum away noo. Sure, Senga, the wife, she’s away wi the twins, Danni and Franni. Christine wis in earlier. S’pose they all got a fright. S’pose a did masel... read more

by Michael Gribbin

Friday, the only day ay the week that a practically run hame fae school, well no fae school ah’ve been doggin it fur the best part ay three month... read more

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