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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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The Swing

Her message said to meet at sunset at the playground behind his mother’s old apartment. They hadn’t been there for years – what could she want? All the worst possibilities ran through his head on high repeat. She was pregnant, she had met someone else, she had found out that...

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New – Flash Fiction!

Hello gentle readers! I know that you’re all really keen to be picking up more of what I’m putting down. So I’m very pleased to announce the launch of my new project ‘Friday Flash Fiction’. Every Friday I’ll be publishing a new short fiction piece – under 500 words, or...

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10. Dear Christmas Warehouse

Dear Christmas Warehouse, With your lights and reindeer and mistletoe, trees, Santas, sleds and snow always on display – no matter what the time – effects and ephemera inscrutable to the clime, shooting forth tendrils of tinsel, kitsch-besmirched wall hangings, yard statues, mobiles, dioramas, singing penguins, of course singing penguins,...

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9. Dear Man Over There

Dear Man Over There, From my desk tucked in behind my wardrobe, I can see your balcony – which is almost as big as my shoebox apartment. I can see all the balconies of all the apartments on this side of your building. Did you know, Man, that you are...

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8. Dear Running Shoes

Dear Running Shoes, I used to have dreams where I would run and run for hours. Sometimes in my dreams I would lean back, and at a particular angle I could take my feet off the ground and yet keep on running. Sometimes I would think to myself – on...

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7. Dear Antarctic Wind

Dear Antarctic Wind, You cant beat Wellington on a good day, they say. Wellington can beat you on a bad day, they dont say but they should do. Wind, you harass me through these almost-modern streets, launching chip packets and my own hair into my face, whipping me, blinding me....

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6. Dear St Patrick

Dear St Patrick, I passed a man on the street yesterday who was telling a girl that you killed a dragon and saved all Ireland. If he hadn’t been trying to get into the girl’s pants I would’ve stopped and corrected him. Yesterday was your name day but today I...

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5. Dear Aliens

Dear Aliens, When you come visit from space and step upon our beautiful bountiful Earth you may look about yourselves and be agog at our fantastic buildings and magnificent vistas and compare them to the barchan dunes of Mars. You may look at our hairy skin and the fur and...

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4. Dear Green Bus

Dear Green Bus, I admire your waist to ceiling windows and I know enough about engineering to admire your structural ingenuity. I like your red arrows which show which way is forward, and I like your green pants and wheels and hat. But, Green Bus, I can’t help thinking that...