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A hold-up at a bank

Phyrophobia

They were singing today, a wailing really. Up and down their voices went, here and there they progressed. The words, incomprehensible, if there ..

He was sleeping on the couch, eyes closed, chest breathing. Even in dreams he didn’t look at peace. I questioned myself over whether I had ..

He was still lying there when I awoke, slipping silently into the open kitchen. I rumbled through the fridge, then to the cupboards as I looked ..

He sat in the couch, hands on lap, head down. I sat beside him, one arm around his shoulders. “How’d you escape then?” The ..

For the third time that day I roused through the cupboards, pulling out tins and packets, anything that could quench our starvation that might s..

We walked through the streets, casually but quickly. People were going about their daily businesses, each one streaming an hello as we passed. I ..

Around us stood buildings, trees too, patches of grass even, a forgotten substance before. People walked about, striding in groups, laughing, sm..