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Forty minutes

There was always a fault with the door handles in his apartment: the heavy front fire door spat off its handle when slammed shut, the living room’s caught on his dressing gown sleeve when he passed through it most mornings, … Continue reading

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The Fellow from whom came the Sea

Old accusations throbbed inside the Teacher’s head but he kept trampling across the potato field in the afternoon heat. Clumps of dry soil crunched and crumbled under his brogues. A sweltering jacket made the shadows under his armpits darken his … Continue reading

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