Voicemail

Bang, bang, bang! Someone’s knocking at the door. “George!  George!  Aren’t you awake yet?” I open my eyes, feeling confused about where I am.  The alarm clock on my bedside table reads seven forty five.  I sit bolt upright and swing my legs clumsily out …

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Mosaic

From the moment Marcus’s trowel struck the hard surface of the mosaic all else in his perfectly ordered life dwindled to the rank of unimportance.  The mundane things, such as maintaining his meagre social life and the paying of his hugely inflated utility bills promptly …

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