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Anthony slept lightly Christmas Eve, fully expecting the confrontation to come. When it did, it was the dead of night; he didn’t have a clock in his room, but the worlds inside and out were hushed and still. The figure perched at the end of the bed had done nothing to disturb the stillness, but…
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The bird was pecking at the glass again. Sunday afternoon, Linda put a fresh loaf of bread on the windowsill to dry. It was for breadcrumbs, which she’d freeze for the following weekend. Pete rolled his eyes at this latest escalation in the pursuit of the perfect, home-made Christmas dinner, but said nothing. She’d left…
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Happy Halloween, everyone. Here’s a little story for the night that’s in it. Winter Barley Sally hid in the barley field and tried to ignore her mother’s cries. She stared instead at the hungry mice as they shuffled back and forth near her feet; wanting to go round her, but fearing to as well. She…
Damien Kelly 