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Short Stories
Plastic Love
Patricia is a shop window dummy with attitude. A career-minded, no-nonsense mannequin, who is seriously annoyed when she’s donated from a high street store to a run down charity shop. Unable to take the shame, Patricia considers suicide until a new male mannequin called Ken arrives and Patricia realises theirs more to life than brand names and trendy bras.
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The Awakening
While on holiday in Tenerife without her husband, Jean acquires much more than a suntan. She meets José, an artist who lives on the island and suddenly a whole new life is opened up to her. Then he asks her to stay, and she realises that it’s the most important decision of her life.
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The Romance of Trees
A romantic fairy-tale about the love between a young prince and princess, turned into trees by an evil witch. Finding ways to whisper messages in the wind and knotting their roots together like lover’s holding hands, the trees romance lasts for thousands of years until a violent storm threatens their special bond.
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A Dip in the Gene Pool
There comes a time in everyone’s life when they wander why exactly they continue in the great dispiriting round – meet someone, date for a while, break up. What use are men after all? Perhaps, when the great biological foot stands ready to stomp, there is one use you can still put them to . . .
Short Stories
A Dip in the Gene Pool
There comes a time in everyone’s life when they wander why exactly they continue in the great dispiriting round – meet someone, date for a while, break up. What use are men after all? Perhaps, when the great biological foot stands ready to stomp, there is one use you can still put them to . . .
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Triptych part 3 of 3
A year and three months. That’s how long Matt and I have been together. Officially that is, because unofficially we met way before. I’m sure we both fancied each other, but he was damaged goods. Freshly split with Clair, the wonder-woman, the only long term he’d ever had. I was there to pick up the pieces.
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Triptych part 2 of 3
I felt a knot in my stomach as soon as I saw her in the shop, the one I used to feel when my mother called me to the car to go see my grandfather at the nursing home when I was kid. I tried to steer clear, to move Melissa over to the lamp and fittings section. I knew she’d seen us when I saw her hiding behind a designer vase. It was original, would have looked nice on our dining room table, but I couldn’t very well show it to Melissa with Clair hiding behind it.
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Marmite, Diamantés and Fuzzy Carpets
Clare had asked if she wanted them to stay the night; rent a room at the hotel across town. Isabelle had laughed as she unpacked pots and pans, picking up the sandwich toaster in the shape of a cow that friends from home gave as a leaving present, bending over to put it in a kitchen cupboard.
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Tail Feathers
At first light of dawn, just as the sky is tinged with pink across the mountain tops and the dew glistens in the first rays, he is up and ready, alert and on the move. Ready to take on every comer in defence of his one – or two or three – true loves.
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Triptych part 1 of 3
Everyone told me it would be fine. My hometown’s a decent size, and although you often bump into neighbours in the street, into people you knew from sixth form, I didn’t think it likely we’d meet. I didn’t think he’d still be around, figured he might have moved to London like he always said he would. I imagined he’d have stopped shopping in the stores we used to go to. I shouldn’t have assumed everything would change after I left.
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