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Jane Eyre at the Bristol Old Vic – Pt 1

Is the sum worth its parts? I went along to catch the first part of the two-part Jane Eyre which opened last night (previews) at the Bristol Old Vic. Sally Cookson has translated the classic Bronte novel into a breathtaking mix of music, stomp, dance, lights, gags and, of course,...

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The Birthday Party

Having never done this before, he wondered what to do. Obviously, he received his guests with respect. “Thank you for coming. Lovely to see you,” he said, to people he didn’t know. Eventually he grew tired and started to cry. It was his first birthday, after all.

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Snow is Snow, You Know

It had been snowing all morning and, with trepidation and excitement, she put on her new boots, duck-down jacket, wool gloves, old brown scarf and beanie and ventured out into the white world. This is what she learned about snow that morning on her way to the faculty: it lands...

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Tick Tock

The clocks are out of sync. He can hear the double ticking in the other room, like a baby’s heartbeat. He stares up at the ceiling, his hands tucked behind his head. The hotel room spreads out around him for aeons in all directions, the dark purple of the night...

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Letter Writing

Many years ago, I stayed with a friend in Kendal. He was a locum in the hospital and was living in nurses’ quarters. The room was nothing much, a tiny space with a single bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a window through which we watched with genuine joy as...

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Pahuljica / People

Sometimes, people are like snowflakes. You walk through a city, through crowded streets, rubbing up against people, constant skin on skin, sleeve on sleeve, and you never feel so distant, so alone. All those people merge together and turn into one blinding homogeneous pile of slush. But individually they can...

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The Cock of Marrakech

His puny brain was only capable of meagre thought, but he knew this – the dawn was his. “I!” he had yelled out, time and again. “I rule this place! Am I not the king? Look at my crown!” But his pleas were futile. No one could hear him over...

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Aldo’s Name Day

Martin read the menu at the restaurant under the market. Looked like it was meat, onions and beer territory. Well, it could be worse. He took a seat. He ordered a local beer and a plate of ćevapi – some sort of sausage. As he sipped his beer he thought,...

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Cakes

“Oh Tata,” Gorana said. “Do we have to go in there? Can’t we just call?”
“Don’t be a silly girl,” he said. “I know these people. We’ll just pop in for a drink and then we can ask Visnja about the cakes.”
“It’s just so full of old men,” she muttered under her breath, but followed her father into the bar.

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Little By Little

The conductor walks up and down the small train – just one car – clipping tickets, nodding to old acquaintances, selling tickets to those who get on at the small stations. Every day he travels from Karlovac to Bubnjarci and back again, following the river, passing under the castle on...