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Late at Night a Call

I wait until deep in the night before I make calls that span the city. The couple in the flat above hoover their carpets till late, shaking the ceilings so violently the light fittings swing. My other neighbours make love … Continue reading

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Cinema Scenes

I don’t get movies anymore, the plot always puts me in a headlock, that and the cool-style mumblings – usually by a cop investigating an enigmatic slaying, going by a name I didn’t catch, following a law too intricate to … Continue reading

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