Cabbie

Just another night for a Cabbie.

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…crackles, “Cab 28, Call-in! – over”. . . Click, “Cab 28, Wat’cha got, Julie? – over”. . . “Mrs. Russo needs to get groceries, everything as usual, you know where she lives” – over . . . “Yeah, sure, I’m on my way – over-and-out”. Mrs. Russo calls for a cab every other Wednesday evening at 8:00. She would call earlier except that she knows Rob doesn’t start his shift until…

By K. L. Shipley

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The Wall

As he had done countless times…

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…back to the worst day of his life, January 21, 1970. He was 100 yards away from the ammunition truck when it blew up, killing 12 of his Army buddies. He would never forget the gruesome scene, the dismembered and burning bodies. As he had done countless times, he touched the names…

By Pete Black

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Just Sayin'

…had been writing stories for as long as he could remember. Growing up, his free-time had been spent either reading a book, or writing one. Now, in his late twenties, what had started out as something to occupy him on childhood rainy afternoons, had become such a rewarding pastime. There was no thrill like writing, the putting together of ideas and words until they became living, breathing…

By Chris Platt

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Hot Stuff

…looked at the menu. There was so much to choose from. The Indian restaurant hadn’t been open that long, a couple of weeks, and he’d been promising his friends he’d take them once it was open for business. He took a swig of draft lager and looked at the menu again. There were the dishes he recognised, and some others that sounded really…

By Chris Platt

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