Burgeoning Atavism

It’s getting to that time of that year (yes once a year only) when I really need to get away from being someone’s somebody. I need to go and be me and nothing but me for a while. Selfish? Hardly. That’s the thing when you have children they absorb every last drop of selfishness in […]

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Parousia

A man walks up to a house and knocks on the door. On the door is a small placard that reads: ‘No Canvassers. No Junkmail. No Circulars’. He waits for a few moments, before hearing the heavy scrape of several deadbolts sliding through their casings, and the clunk of the door handle being turned. The […]

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