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Schenectady – a short story by David Gullen

The air was wet with the promise of rain, yet it would not rain. Vernon could smell it as he walked across the lawn of his garden. His rather nice garden. Underneath that promise was another, a salt tang, a … Continue reading

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A Winter’s Tale – a short story by Sarah Singleton

All rights remain with the author A mountain of ice from the northern ocean – all blue-glittering towers and turrets, high valleys and plunging chasms – followed a steam ship to the city. It floated in the harbour for a … Continue reading

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Strawberries in the Snow – a short story by Sandra Unerman

First published in Three Drops from the Cauldron, December 2016.All rights remain with the author I’ve eaten true winter strawberries. Not the tasteless kind you can buy in a supermarket but true, wild strawberries dug from under the snow in … Continue reading

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First Foot – a short story by Deborah Walker

First published in Nature’s FutureAll rights remain with the author. New Year’s Eve, and it’s snowing outside. Of course, it is. They switched on the weather machines on December 1st. Snow for the holidays. We’re in the living room, waiting … Continue reading

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A Christmas-ish Miscellany from Marion Pitman, Vaughan Stanger, Molly Brown and David Turnbull

Christmas Present – a short story by Marion Pitman Doris heard the slight plip of the cat flap, followed by the scrutch scrutch of claws at work in the doormat. There was a pause, then the plink of the name … Continue reading

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Last Train – a short story by Jacey Bedford

It’s a freezing cold station on Christmas Eve. The platform is deserted, the ticket hall closed, the waiting room padlocked. My breath puffs clouds into the air in the flickering glare from the overhead light. I glance at the clock. … Continue reading

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