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Pussies Galore by Jude Higgins

It would be nice if life, at the end, was like a Bond film with all the baddies dispatched and the world saved from a psychopath’s madness. Instead, starving cats roam around the garden, hoping for scraps when we only have biscuits, beans and lentils in the store cupboard.

You’ve boile...


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by Charlie Hill

When it happens the woman is surprised but curious too, interested in how something so strange—no, no that’s not right, it’s too bland a description—something so striking then could emerge from something so mundane. And mundane it is.

It is a Saturday morning on the 28th April—she will come ...


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The Terrible Disappearance of Jimmy McKirfie
by Frankie McMillan

When this rumour went around that the old woman living in an overgrown orchard was going outside bare breasted to hang out her washing, we dared Jimmy to take a look-see and in a fly’s heartbeat Jimmy took off and we waited on the river bank, debating wheth...


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by Steve S. Saroff

THIS MORNING BEFORE DAWN, I was woken by a pounding on my back door. I got out of bed and went to see who it could be. When I opened the door, a woman I had never seen before said, ‘Please, Mister, help me.’ I asked her what was wrong, but she shook her head and, between deep breaths, asked if she could com...


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by Beth Sherman

When mom enrolled in clown school, life became unbearable. Picking me up after soccer practice, she’d still be wearing her costume—checked coat, baggy pants, oversized shoes, bow tie, fright wig.

Could you at least take off the nose? I begged.

I was on the verge of popular. Boys tu...


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