Category Archives: prose

One bird in hand

So many children frozen in their shells. Who daren’t get near the hearth lest their frostbitten hearts and minds thaw. So much pain in that melting.

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As deep as they get

This is some years old and, in the best tradition of black humour, improbable. Or so I thought. Then, there was that fella who found himself stuck in a hole in a car park in Devon not so long ago…

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