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23 Years. David Dumouriez

They were in a shop together. It was Ryman in the Strand, opposite Superdrug. She had spent the day shopping in the West End. He had been at work. They hadn't seen each other for more than twenty years. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/5953     'Fatima? … Is it you?'     'Daniel? Daniel? I thought …' She couldn't finish.     'I saw someone in front of me, and I thought she looked familiar. Then she turned her head just slightly, and I knew. I knew it was you.' His smile was wide.     Fatima's…

Blues in the Night. Jennifer Jenkinson

It was a bright sunny afternoon with a fresh breeze blowing from the northeast. The small sloop was making a series of very short tacking maneuvers as it made its way gingerly up the narrow channel. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/5953     The forest marched down the steep rocky hillsides to abruptly meet the sea below on both shores. The tiny but sturdy craft was tossed precariously by the rip tides created in the close waterway. The sole occupant reset her grip on the tiller and brought…

French Love Letters. Stephen McClure

Sitting on a bench by the pond in Tokyo's Zenpukuji Park on a crisp and sunny mid-October afternoon, I watched the golds, ochres and vermilions of the autumn leaves against the azure sky. A rowboat drifted by, and in its wake the brilliant fall foliage was reflected like a wavy tapestry in the ripples of the water. I sipped from my warm can of coffee, and took a deep breath of the intoxicatingly fresh air. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/5953     My reverie was interrupted by a voice that…

Cheese. Sushma Joshi

Gopi encountered cheese two years after he came down to Kathmandu.     Prakash Babu was returning from Switzerland. That land of miraculous clocks which always told the time in minute precision, not like the few minutes late, few minutes early time of Nepal. That twin land of mountains, that mirror image of peaks, but so much more Westernized, so much more modern, than Nepal's own mythologically burdened ones. Everybody was sure the mountains of Switzerland must somehow be a little bit better, a little bit…

The Junkyard. Norm Scanlon

The aftermath of the collision was silent and haunting. One car was on its side with crippled wheels spinning; the other was off the road in a shallow ditch.     Three bodies were strewn along the roadway, lifeless and broken. One was a child no more than twelve. A chilling, fretful rain fell upon the carnage, happily oblivious to the heartbreak that would soon be known only to the living. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/5953     Jimmy Gray was nestled inside the trunk of a rusty old '72 Chevrolet.…

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Entry to the Garden. Justin Aylward

Miriam Bailey remembered how the sound of the car crash became incorporated into the dream she was having that morning.       There were large tire tracks, changing in form from the black skids on the pavement to the deeply imprinted patterns in the wet soil. The smoke from the engine billowed into the humid air while the alarm sounded out in monotonous circles of disquiet. There was also a massive hole where the wall had collapsed, with rocky sediments strewn throughout the neat flowerbed and the occasional…

Gentlemen and Players. E. W. Hornung

Old Raffles may or may not have been an exceptional criminal, but as a cricketer I dare swear he was unique. Himself a dangerous bat, a brilliant field, and perhaps the very finest slow bowler of his decade, he took incredibly little interest in the game at large. He never went up to Lord's without his cricket-bag, or showed the slightest interest in the result of a match in which he was not himself engaged. Nor was this mere hateful egotism on his part. He professed to have lost all enthusiasm for the game…