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The Bridge

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By Emma Wylde

Donald Fraser loved working for the Dundee and Newtyle Railway Company. He wore his burgundy uniform with pride, and each night polished his brass badge so that the words “Ticket Inspector” shone out clearly.
He had been just a lad when Sir Bouch (or just plain Thomas Bouch back then, Donald supposed) had begun building the bridge across the Tay. He would rush back from school each day, thunder up the stairs to his attic bedroom in the little Dundee terrace and eagerly peer out of his window, desperate to see what progress had been made on this miraculous structure. His mammy cuffed him round the head if she caught him using that word, “Only God makes miracles, Donny,” she’d say, but in his heart he knew it was true, that this bridge was a miracle made by Mr Bouch. [Read more…] about The Bridge

No Milk or Sugar

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By Anne Goodwin

Liesel stamped her boots on the frosty tarmac. I pressed the doorbell and flashed her a reassuring smile. “It might be kind of weird. She didn’t even recognize me last time.”
“I’ll take her as I find her. Don’t worry about it, Steve.”
The door swung open, blasting us with tropical air. We whipped off hats and scarves and gloves as we followed the receptionist’s directions to the dining room.
The walls were hung with nineteenth-century street-scenes in nostalgic sepia. The air was whiffy with stewed brussels sprouts. Several tables dotted the room, but only one was occupied. Over by the patio doors out to the courtyard garden, Mum was playing dominoes with one of the care assistants. [Read more…] about No Milk or Sugar

The Runaway

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By Jackie Law

It was getting dark by the time Lottie stopped walking. She had been upset and then angry, her heightened emotions propelling her across the fields to the log that crossed the brook, into the woodlands, as far as the railway line, and then beyond to the pasture land on the other side. She had never been this way before but had seen it stretching out from her bedroom window. The uplands were still some distance away, looking ominous in the fading light. She needed to find shelter until morning.
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Jack-Knife

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By Thomas Underwood

You’d be surprised how easy it is jack-knife a lorry. Just the right wind speed, or a distraction, or a long day at work. At least, that’s what the police report said. How the driver had been “tired” and “on his last delivery”. Rubbish. I don’t give a damn how tired he was. Tiredness is not an excuse for…. for what he did…. God…. I still can’t quite grasp it. [Read more…] about Jack-Knife

Odysseus

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By Steve Downes

“Hello friend,” spoke the soft voice of the old man. It was a barely audible sound over the rattle and squeal of an arriving Tube train. Angel Street Station was busy even for the usual rush hour morning and a forest of legs, garbed in suit pants, skirts and workman’s jeans marched by. The noise each footfall made on the tiled floor was like an inharmonious drumbeat, its constant rhythm echoed as if a great Biblical storm was hailing down on a tin roof. Occasionally the Tannoy system would blare out across the background din with a harsh high voice like a knife cutting into the earlobes, the words spoken were incomprehensible from low down, seated on the ground in a niche in the platform wall as he was.
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Marlene

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By Chelsea Clemmons

“I’m looking for my wife, Marlene Bell. Is there any chance of you being able to tell me whether she’s here?”

The desk attendant stared at the frazzled man for a long moment, blew a bubble of gum, and popped it. “She checked out last night.”

“Do you know where she went?”

“Why the heck would I know? It’s not like we were best friends or anything. She was a guest here.”

The man rested his elbows on the counter and cradled his face in his hands. “You don’t understand—it’s very important that I find her. She’s unstable, confused, and she could be endangering herself or others.”
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The Promotion

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By Tim Kimbirk

“Wake up, John.”

The world turned bright as John opened his eyes. He was on his back, but was standing before he even

realized he had gotten up. The room was unfamiliar, and as his eyes returned to normal he made out the

figure of what appeared to be a very tall man standing before him.

“Where am I?” he asked.
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