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Flashback – Devoured
She came to me in a dream. The water seemed to dance around her as she stared up from the lake, plump, pale lips parted as her sweet song surrounded me. “Come live with me and be my love.” She trilled, a hint of hunger in her voice. “‘Neath lover’s lights that dance above.” I…
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The Great Gourmand
The children stopped eating in August. Not one by one, but all at once. Every child under twelve in this town eschewed food at the beginning of the month, with no rhyme or reason. My surgery was suddenly full to the brim of hysterical parents, wondering why little Timmy and Tabatha were on hunger strike,…
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Flashback – The Ice Cream Man
Nobody wants an ice cream in November, but that doesn’t stop Tony from making his rounds. He drives around the estate every evening at five, every day of the year, even Christmas, but nobody ever buys ice cream from him. Not in November. Not in August. Not ever. The jingle jangle of When You Wish…
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Idle Hands
I used to find train rides so boring. The wifi never worked. The seats were uncomfortable. The food was inedible, expensive slop. I hated that I had such long journeys, but the train was the only way to get to work. I, like many others, couldn’t afford to live in London, but after home working…
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Flashback – Deadman’s Island
Hi Mum, it’s me, Michelle. I’ve done something really stupid. If you’re hearing this, then I want you to know that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Mum. I love you, and I’m sorry. I don’t know if this voice note will send, the signal isn’t great over here, but I hope it does. I really…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 