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The Hound of the Hawlers
The Hound of the Hawlers

In the 1950s, I read a book as a child that I had by now forgotten; it came back to me gradually, not in one fell swoop. A library book, you know the sort: plain weathered beige mottled hardboard covers with a little thin cardboard pocket stuck inside and a piece of paper also stuck with a... Read more
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A Minimal Refrain
A Minimal Refrain

I walked across the plain, looking to neither side, interminably, doggedly, as if this were a real desert ahead of me, not just something that simply looked like one, thirst being the main driving force, even though I did not feel thirsty at all. Not even a little bit. They had let me out... Read more
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0 368 10-24-2016 by Nemonymous Go to last post
 
I Need Closure
I Need Closure

If you say that you need closure, then you are usually referring to an unresolved situation. You need a clinching - I think that is the right word. A catharsis, perhaps, or a purging. So that you can go on and forget about whatever the problem happened to be. Whether it be a bereavement or... Read more
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6 722 09-06-2016 by James Go to last post
 
Moszkowski Would Have Liked It
Moszkowski Would Have Liked It

Moszkowski was a man who lived longer than he was prepared to admit. East European people often pretended they couldn’t remember the war. I had a East European wife who said she had never heard of the war, let alone remembered it. I think she had blocked it out and when I showed her... Read more
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1 367 08-19-2016 by Kevin Go to last post
 
There Is Nothing In It
There Is Nothing In It

There is nothing in it, but whether that means it's a task that is dead easy to do or it's an empty container that sits on my desk, I am not sure. Except it's clear that there is no empty container on my desk, because there is no container at all upon my desk as I sit here looking at... Read more
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3 707 08-17-2016 by Nemonymous Go to last post
 
I Lost The Tin
I Lost The Tin

“I lost the tin,” he said. He was sitting there with the pineapple chunks that had been in it. “What possible use is the tin?” I asked, looking at what had been in it, now safely in his pudding bowl. “And you probably threw it in the bin, anyway. Isn’t that where it is?” ... Read more
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Blueberry Muffin
Blueberry Muffin

BLUEBERRY MUFFIN A loud long scrape on the first violin opened the string quartet as written by a new composer called Teeming, spelt as in heavy rain, and nobody, according to the programme, seemed to know his or her Christian name. Alive or dead. Or what orientations the composer... Read more
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1 593 04-30-2016 by Nemonymous Go to last post
 
Sunbeams and Starlight
Sunbeams and Starlight

SUNBEAMS AND STARLIGHT We were in a bit of a quandary, needing a title for our group. Someone suggested Sunbeams – as there were more than one of us and a plural word seemed appropriate. It was also a nod towards the bright young things in our group. Someone... Read more
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0 517 04-22-2016 by Nemonymous Go to last post
 
It Was The Night Before
It Was The Night Before

Dear Eunice Just started this letter to you. But I am so tired, I'll write more tomorrow, and I'll keep it piecemeal with headings of when I wrote it. We old friends need to stick together. I can only seem to write in short bursts these days. It's getting more difficult to shuffle the days... Read more
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The Tall Fall
The Tall Fall

Once upon a time, there was a woodchopper who lived and worked in the forest. He was the tallest woodchopper in the world, but he didn't know this because he chopped so fast and had not met any other woodchoppers. He knew a lot of trees, though, until, in the future, he didn't know them at... Read more
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0 530 03-18-2016 by Nemonymous Go to last post
 
Short Description of a Person
Short Description of a Person

Nobody knew his real name and why everyone called him Not Again (spoken as one word) was a mystery. However, I decided to describe his physical appearance systematically to see if that gave some sort of clue. This may indeed entail describing how actually I go about describing him, not only as... Read more
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1 849 02-06-2016 by Nemonymous Go to last post
 
Back From The Dead (pubtalk)
Back From The Dead (pubtalk)

BACK FROM THE DEAD It was once so certain Don was going to die, judging by what the doctors told him, that when he actually didn't die, he felt as if he had come back from the dead. "What was it like then, Don?" asked his drinking pal Richard. "What was what like,... Read more
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1 687 01-21-2016 by Nemonymous Go to last post
 
Oil Can
Oil Can

(results of my speed-writing exercise last night at the Clacton writer's group) Arthur’s table had an oil can sitting upon it like a still life whose shadow on the wall looked rather like a recherché teapot that Arthur imagined to be bone china or soft tissue japan or tracing-paper... Read more
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A Lift To Hell
A Lift To Hell

Hitchhiking, eh? Well, I gave it up years ago, before the world gave up hitchhikers and expected them to get real jobs and real cars, not that some of you will ever give this up, whatever the dangers. For me, it was a sore thumb, making me settle down, not wanting to stick out, not wanting... Read more
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2 869 12-18-2015 by Nemonymous Go to last post
 
WORK NOT STRICTLY DONE, BUT NO FURTHER ATTEMPTS WILL BE MADE
WORK NOT STRICTLY DONE, BUT NO FURTHER ATTEMPTS WILL BE MADE
by DF Lewis

Edited on 1 August 2007 to change the title.
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A Dog Named Boo
A Dog Named Boo

I first met Boo when he was a puppy. I had not been a particular lover of dogs, nor someone who likes to keep pets of any sort. But Boo won my heart. It was easy to scare him, and that is probably how he got his name, by means of my saying Boo to him so as to see his little eyes jump. Not that... Read more
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Open Wound
Open Wound

OPEN WOUND "Go, sally forth," the voice said. I turned to see who had spoken, and there was nobody there, not even my own shadow, because - I laughed - the sun was casting my shadow in front of me, not behind. I decided to sit for a while in the wild flower meadow that... Read more
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Wet Sand Mk. II
Wet Sand Mk. II

Give us the wet sand look, said the woman. I was measuring up as a bespoke coverer for the good or the rich. Carpet-layer and wall-hanger. That’s me. Wet sand look? Yes, she replied. She explained what she wanted. A few throw-rugs for the hall where the bagpipers for the... Read more
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That's So Rude!
That's So Rude!

When I came downstairs in the middle of the night or – as it turned out – very early in the morning, I discovered Susan in the living-room, squatting on the couch in her nightie, intently watching News 24 on the TV. I had not previously noticed her going down the stairs from her room at such... Read more
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A bellyful of sadness...
A bellyful of sadness...

“A bellyful of sadness, a stoup of hope, if stories have threads, real lives don’t. Eyes have eyes, spooks have spines, souls are switched, with made-up minds. Worlds within worlds, heaven in flight – only connect, only go bump in the night.”
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