Once Upon a Seven O'Clock

Father leaned in close. Mike smelled the signs. “Find my shoes.” Blunt and hoarse.

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The Last Exhibition

“Look!” Colin says, pressing his nose up to the painting. “Look at those brush strokes!” He takes a step back. “And his use of light and shade is incredible. Just amazing.”

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The 11th Hour

High from the joint he’d had that morning, Noah pushed the door into the second hand shop of 11 Sorcerer Lane, to the sound of a click and a ding-a-ling. He tripped on the few steps down into a small area packed tight with musty goodies.

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Finders Keepers

It goes without saying that being drunk, tired and lethargic on a wet winter night is not the recommended strategy for making an instant fortune. But it is how Robert Taylor did it. Maybe.

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Scattering David

Angela took another drink of wine and wiped away an imaginary tear. “Maybe he wasn’t such a bad man.” Her sister shook her head. “He was a bastard.”

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The Mountain of the Women

A fine family of six, out for a Sunday drive.

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The Day Elisa Went Missing

Back then, before the unfolding, it was just another grey Tuesday. A school day of endless lessons held in classrooms smelling of damp clothes, sour milk and pubescent expectation.

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Exposure

It’s the coldness that’s the biggest shock. Many things are familiar: the wooden pews, the heavy scent of polish in the air, the thin light filtering through the stained-glass, the hushed way of talking that people adopt in churches even on happier occasions.

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