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Grandma’s Budgie

I hate that bird. Its black eyes. That hooked beak. The way it turns its head to stare. Its dark red feathers. But mostly, I hate its voice. I’ll never understand why Grandma bought a budgie. I guess she wanted a companion, a living thing to share the house with...

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The Compulsory City

It is a well known and established fact that you cannot go to Vienna without going to see a Viennese concert. You will be stopped at the Austrian border, questioned vigorously and sent back to the capital if you attempt to avoid it; you will also be forced to wear...

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The Trail

The pigeons descended almost immediately on the bit of sausage on the ground. Marko looked down at them; he looked at the trail of tomato sauce running down his trouser leg. The clouds had cleared overnight and, with a spring in his step, he had gone out that fine morning...

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11. Dear Queue Jumper

Dear Queue Jumper, Most people see a long queue and think, bugger. I hope it moves fast. But you see the queue and you know – you know – that that queue is not for you. I know the bank manager, you think. I’m friends with the owner. I went...

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The Time Traveller

The Time Traveller glanced at the watch on his left wrist as he hurried to the indicator boards. He looked up at the panel and cursed; he needn’t have rushed. The 4:14 to Poughkeepsie was running 8 minutes late. He checked the watch on his right wrist and did the...

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An A to Z of Women Writers

Like many people, I like to create rituals or impose odd limitations on myself in order to get stuff done. For instance, I recently went to Bristol to work on my novel. Yes, Bristol. It seems like an odd choice, but if I’d stayed in Zagreb I probably would have...

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Sprung diddly ung

Without banging on too much in the land of cliches, can I just let you all know that spring has sprung-diddly-ung and it’s absolutely marvellous! Twelve hours of sunshine, warm sun, bright sky, cold beer. Before you know it we’ll be back at the sandpit bar laughing at kids falling...

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30 Years of Sundays

When Bogdan reads the classifieds, he sucks air in loudly through his teeth. Occasionally, when he finds something interesting, he’ll make farty noises with his lips. Ana, who has sat by his side for 30 years of Sundays, carries on with her knitting as her fury rises and rises until...

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From the First to the Last

Wilson takes his first breath on a Tuesday and suffers existential jet lag for the next 12 years. When his soul catches up with his body, he begins to wonder if it was worth the wait. He takes up smoking. After 3 semi-serious girlfriends and several one night stands (not...

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Jane Eyre at the Bristol Old Vic – Pt 2

“I can’t understand why this isn’t packed,” said the lady next to me, who was having a fabulous night. “I’m going to tell all my friends to come!” We were at the Bristol Old Vic, watching the second and final part of Sally Cookson’s Jane Eyre. In the first show...