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Ealing Common

‘You know what, maybe I hadn’t totally forgotten we’d met before. When I came into the pub today and saw you behind the bar, I had this feeling, like I was returning to a familiar place or something.’ ‘I was … Continue reading

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Cold Spring NY

Jemma should have babysat her sister. It was her parents way of punishing her. The woman who sat in her dad’s chair watching TV all night was to Jemma a woodland oaf. He was a former railwayman and loved the … Continue reading

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People at the Bar

He wanted to have the feeling again. Darn it, he sighed, always looking back, he thought to himself. Inside a warm place with tinsel around his neck. Christmas time. That was the goal. He could remember the scent and feel … Continue reading

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