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There once was a waiting room with three people in it. One was a middle-aged woman, who was sitting by the door, handbag on her lap. She wore a pair of gloves that she was loath to take off in case she handled something unclean and revealed the liver spots on the back of her …
As part of my Business Enterprise Allowance I was doing a day course in bookkeeping (not dependent upon obtaining the remittance, but I thought what could be more useful for a lady of enterprise). The lady who was conducting the course whose name was Nancy and possibly Williams was wearing a rather lovely pencil skirt, …
It looked like it was going to rain, but, of course, it never did. The clouds would not budge, but nor would the heat. They could not stay a moment longer in the flat, so they bought a wheel of foccaccia and a bottle of Guadianello and went to the beach in Torre a Mare. …
Counting off twenty-oneShooting stars in a cow fieldSPLAT! Bernadette did not know what to say when her mother phoned up asking if she was coming home at the weekend. “Why don’t you bring the essay home?” “Mum,” she said, “I can’t do that. I need the books from the library.” “What about your washing? – …
Meanwhile in the private room of the Dorian Grey, a Hamburg nightclub, she became virtually acquainted with her double First there was no news and then there was Julia’s news. The card of a beached fishing smack was sent from Corfu where she’d met a Birmingham boy called Scott, master of torque settings, and scourge …
Mitsu could not sleep. When he did, it was a restless kind of sleep that had him striving to remember his REM thoughts even as he dreamed them. When he did, the flooding of the sea wall was happening all over again, and Unit 1 was about to explode as he bobbed up and down …