Category: People
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The Call
Hello… Al… Al… hello… Alist… A… Alistair? It’s a bad line… it’s… hello… it’s Donald… Donald… Don uld… Donald Muir… Muir… em you eye or… Muir… yes, Donald Muir… we met at… Muir, yes, Donald Muir, that’s it! You remember, we met at the golf club… golf… the golf club… golf… gee oh elle bee……
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The Unicorn Challenge: Still Life
The day was quiet. Early morning: quiet. Midday rush: quiet. Afternoon lull: well, considering it felt as though it took a week to get to the midday rush, the afternoon lull was beyond quiet. The only people in the marketplace were the traders. Some sat literally twiddling their thumbs waiting for a customer. When the…
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The Unicorn Challenge: The Summer of Love
Ah. Those funny coloured days of yesteryear. Gone. Wasted. Frittered away like last night’s chip paper, discarded without a second glance. I recall we never spoke to each other. Words weren’t needed with the connection we had through our tunnel vision, as our eyes locked when we passed each other in the corridor. I recall…
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Twenty-Four Days of Christmas: 13
On the Thirteenth of December my Creation brought to me a wooden lord a sort of jumping… …before crumbling into a heap on the floor. But he’s wooden, so it’s OK. And it’s the 13th. Not that I’m thirteenist or anything. Honestly, I’m not. I was born on a thirteenth.
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