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Dream 05/04/2026

  I dreamt of her again. The woman of my dreams, my teenage obsession. Her long black hair caught by the wind, her bright black eyes shining with youth, her stout roman goddess physic effortlessly sensual. She lives inside my dreams. In the town stuck in an eternal sunset. Everything shone under the last bright beam of the Sun. Shadows cut over the sandstone. The great painted impressionist river of my dreams bled on, down from the bottom of the town. I heard the river moving softly through sun browned meadows, through wheat and grain, through dark glades, through willows, through pines.     I took my partner to meet the woman in my dreams. I wanted to solve the mystery. I wanted them to meet. I felt like I was cheating on my partner inside my dreams. I tried to reason with them both. I wanted to explain why I kept going back to her, to the town, to the love that never was. She has taken over my dreams. I kept returning to the town that only existed in my dreams, to the...
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Pestle and Mortar

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Steven Porter was found dead in an alleyway, during the winter of 2012. He fell from a window of his fourth-floor town house in Kilburn. The fall shattered his skull, leaving a lake of blood. The red lake was covered in a light dusting of snow. The nature of his fall was under investigation.     Steven was sixty-five. He lived alone. His mother died over a decade ago, leaving him a lump-sum and the deeds to the house. She taught him the value of sterling, and he’d spent the decade after her death, converting his town house into flats.     He took the top floor as his own, because he knew his tenants would put their heating on, long before he had to, and he would get the benefit of their gas bill.    He was an only child.  He had lived with his mother until she died. His father fled the nest as soon as he was born, but had the decency to leave them the house.     His mother never re-married, she worked as a c...
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The Train

  A damp purple sky died slowly into night. Rain fell over the space port rail junction. The wet rails shone like knives in the white artificial light.   The leech-trains rolled in, bleeding passengers onto the platforms, sucking up those who waited. The flies of the city buzzed from their offices to the station and waited for their train home. Only when they got into their homes, and took off their work shoes, did they feel human again.  Two men sat on a bench, as the buzzing frenzy thickened about them. The platforms were packed with shoals of sardines dressed in suits. The men sat next to each other, because those were the only seats available, and their train was delayed.  The flies got onto their trains. The swarm trickled away, until only a few tired passengers were left.       The two men remained beside one another. The platform was empty. Neither one of them felt the need to move to a vacant bench. Their silence had been ac...
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