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I Stacked the Odds

I sit on a box of paper. The manager says, ‘It doesn’t matter who goes to the office party as long as someone stays to man the phones.’ Wind scrapes against the windows of the 15th. The phone doesn’t ring … Continue reading

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Lash Route

A train waits, basking in the sun on the bridge. We shout abuse. Mark throws a can. It’s beautiful tonight. Off at the station and into the city. The air is golden, the high street like a motorway to be … Continue reading

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