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The Statue
The Statue

THE STATUE It stood in the middle of the market square – a pipe in the mouth, a hat with flaps, a nose as long as Pinocchio’s nose, a cravat and waistcoat. All chipped, chiselled and carved from stone. I shivered as rain began to threaten with ominous grumbles from thunderheads along... Read more
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Old Friends
Old Friends

Old Friends, Thank you for coming. As a child, I lived in Old Heath Road and, recently, I learnt that the Heath was nothing to do with Heath but to do with nearby Hythe, a harbour and a word for Harbour. That came as a shock. Being the road to Rowhedge and Fingringhoe, I had guessed all... Read more
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First in Class
First in Class

FIRST IN CLASS When I approached the shop -- more a storefront warehouse, perhaps, than a high street outlet, although it was ON the high street -- I saw that its fixture of a banner above the showcase at its leading edge upon the pavement carried the words FIRST IN GLASS as set... Read more
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The Last - - -
The Last - - -

THE LAST - - - I often thought I knew what thoughts others thought. It is called being a seer or medium - or even a prophet whereby I can predict the thoughts someone was about to think a few seconds before they thought them. But the real art of such telepathy – yes, that’s the word I... Read more
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Sweets for my Sweet
Sweets for my Sweet

SWEETS FOR MY SWEET My darling sweet, my darling sweet, we have known each other for many years, have we not, but when we first met, in that tiny playground of the school, we were so young and now almost forgotten as the people we once were. The photos that were taken are what we have to... Read more
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1 616 12-15-2016 by Mr. Veech Go to last post
 
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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