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The Pitsea Loop

The fluorescent tube light whistled overhead, casting a nauseatingly yellow glow across a pin-board of staff notices. Office Summer Night Out – BBQ on Hackney Downs; then Bowling at Finsbury Park; a MacMillan’s charity fundraiser concealed cruelly under a torn-out page 3 model...

Trout-gate

Chapter Two Trout-Gate 18 th September, 2000 The next Saturday morning, I awoke to the sound of my Auntie Amandine thoroughly sanitising her nether...

Attic

The moonlight leaks through the bevelled glass
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Retirement Options for Tube Trains: #3 Cadnam, New Forest

Stippled with mould it lies at the foot of a lawn by a greenhouse where earthenware pots lie cracked like the summer soil.
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