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Grindal Wax

Charlie was a very quiet man who lived by himself in a little country bungalow. The bungalow where his Mother and Father had lived.....He'd been out of work for two years now, and was a very bored and lonely person. The only money he possessed was his tiny Army pension,…
Leslie de la Haye
24th June 2010
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Return to Unit

10th July 1943. The aircraft flew unsteadily through the thickening sea mist. Flight Lieutenant Mike Peters struggled wearily to keep it straight and level. He was an old hand--a survivor of the Battle of Britain and now he needed all his skill to nurse this failing aircraft back to base.…
David Nicholls
14th May 2010
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Perfect Innocence

When I was a child my mother told me it was imperative I always did what an adult told me to do, so I always obeyed. My actions now haunt me, engulfing everything in their path like a gigantic wave eating a tiny boat. Looking at my reflection within the…
Jules Whitehouse
14th May 2010
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Like a bad penny

“So, these DNA strands really do match?” I asked. “Yes, if we just fill in a few gaps, as usual.” “An exact match? Really? Yeah. Right” My research associate Daniel looked understandably jaded after a considerable stretch in the lab. He frowned. “Ian, I’m telling you, these samples are from…
Steve Morris
1st May 2010
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Dear John

We were a family. Thirty young airmen thrown together in wooden hut No: 44 on an RAF School of Technical Training back in the1950s. Days of parades, kit inspections and hours of demanding study the evenings spent revising for the end of course examinations that would determine our Service futures.…
David Nicholls
25th April 2010
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First Solo

There are many of life’s first experiences that are etched indelibly on our memory. First girl friend, first day at work, first bike ride, first ski run, first fish landed. All of these have a special place that is held in affection –or terror- or wonder. My most enduring memory…
David Nicholls
25th April 2010
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Grandpa Tom’s Limp

Even I was shocked how bad it was. I trudged through the early-summer Ayrshire rain with the school-report. My fourteen year-old spirits lifted on seeing Grandpa Tom's red Jaguar three-point-four in front of the house. My mother read in silence. After Grandpa read it, I was sent to my room…
John Donnelly
24th April 2010
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A lucky Man

I walked. No! I swayed across the living room remembering where the furniture was, where my wife Eve had arranged it. Lovingly arranged in the early years of our marriage. A time so long ago before that eventful day of that terrorist bomb in Malaya when a piece of shrapnel…
Leslie de la Haye
6th April 2010
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Donnie’s fireworks

1995 Donnie Malloy was fat. He hadn’t always been fat. In fact, unknown to the majority, Donnie had been quite a hero once, a thin military hero. He’d fought his battles from Northern Ireland to the Gulf and back. Now, in his middle age, he faced a new battle, a…
Paul Parker
26th March 2010
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Lock up your Daughters

The cold steel doors slammed closed again. I distinctly remember thinking that night that it didn’t seem like a moment since I had locked up the night before. This was always the case when living by routines and, more so perhaps, a sign of age. I double-checked every single lock…
Steve Morris
17th February 2010