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It was Christmas afternoon when a cab pulled into Melanie’s driveway. The cab was decorated with reindeer antlers, lights strung round the windows, and the trunk wrapped in Christmas paper. The driver’s bulk hid whoever he slowly helped from his … Continue reading

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Tick Tock. Four O’clock. The Day is Almost Done.

A clockmaker had moved in next door. The van arrived in the late afternoon, around four, and remained, double-parked, well after dark. She watched as clock after clock was lifted off the truck, grey wool blankets tied over the tops … Continue reading

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