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She wakes up slowly. The fragments of the dream that she can recall with ease she tries to fit together, all the while knowing that the picture will never be complete.
The pain is in the small of her back and in the space around her liver.
One day, she thinks, it’s all going to come down [...]
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Holland Park
And another dawn breaks with the pain of blood like a red mist through fearsome night streets, a new day with all of yesterday’s newly awakened traumas and hung-over tears, banging on the door, embracing him, screeching like murder at the edge of the forest, tearing pages out of the book of sleep, dragging him from [...]
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Comedy
It’s history now, a scenario lost in time. Fatboy in a smart restaurant. Black tie, tux, smoking a cigar, perusing the menu. His date, a huge winged insect in a ball gown and costume pearls, sips a cocktail through a plastic straw. A waiter waits.
I’m cold. The whole room is cold and everything I touch [...]
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Daedalus
In half sleep I see the streetlamps on Constitution Hill glisten inside their frosted halos. I watch them swing softly in the crosswinds that waft the spirit of the sea up through the town and sweep the mysteries of heather and furze down from the low-lying hills.
I breathe the rimy evening air, moist with soft rain, [...]
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An old praejudicium
There is a noticeable curvature of her spine. Curvature is a nice word but it’s really not quite there yet. Over a period of time it hits home that nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
Anyway, Ms Curvature-of-the-spine, let’s call her Julie, is getting down to it with Ted Silversteen in the back of [...]
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