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Walter’s picture. Part two.

It was a few days later and Doctor Scott had called round after evening surgery to see Ruth. He was ...
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Promises

“Excuse me sir. I saw you park your rig.”He looked me straight in the eye. It wasn’t a friendly look ...
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Walter’s Picture…

Ruth Pointer was in the doctor’s waiting room awaiting her turn to be called. Normally she would have been irritated ...
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The Street

I kept asking myself why. Why was I going back? Would you? Will you? Why? The M1 and then the ...
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Repeater

A corpse in a copse. I'd gotten to the point when my life was all but perfect. But then my ...
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Intermezzo

The piano was unusual. It had lain undisturbed behind boxed cargo. The soiled tarpaulin told of a decade’s neglect. It ...
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