Discover my 100 word stories and other bits and pieces added to the blog over the years.
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Over the hill
The 7th was a par 5. A long par 5 at that. If they’d let you have a par 6 it would have been a par 6. Anyway, I teed off and hit a lovely ol’ shot. Straight down the fairway. Geoff followed. Landed in the rough about 45 yards from me. No change there.…
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Poe Faced
James Frederick Evans, or “little Jimmy” as he was known to his nearest and dearest, had been imprisoned for over 3 years now. Trapped inside his little red cell with very little wriggle room. He’d run and jump and play never more. He’d not seen the signs. He’d known not to keep off the grass.…
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Forty Two
The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th’s mail cascaded to the ground. Mark grabbed his Spider-Man dressing gown and ran from the top of the stairs to the bottom. There he sat, crossed legged on the matt shuffling through the letters like a terrible dining room magician. “Bill. Bill.…
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Me. You. Coffee. 