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Category: Fiction

Chance encounter

I saw you yesterdayYou didn’t see me. You were busy sharing glancesI remembered how we used to beBroken limits. Stolen chances. I stood and watched a whileYou seemed happy. I rememberedHow you used to...

Three Men On Tour: 14

We arrived into Bristol far faster than I would have expected. One moment, George was working on a clue for “mistlethrush“, I was seeking wisdom in pastureland, and Harry was gently drooling onto his...

Three Men On Tour: 13

A lot has come out of Bristol. Cary Grant was born there, John Cleese went to school there and Gene Wilder learnt to act there. Even the eternal battle between good and evil, or...

Through a Window

Jonathon sat at his table and sipped his coffee. It was not even five and already the place was crowded. It would get even more crowded later, as the daytime coffee drinkers made way...

Three Men On Tour: 12

“You took your time,“ said Harry as I tumbled onto the train. I was breathing heavily and my face was a florid shade of beetroot that closely matched the tie Harry had worn, along...

Three Men On Tour: 11

The conversation with Alicia went on into the night. Not a lot was resolved. It mostly focused on my inadequacies as a partner and the importance of asking before making important decisions. I couldn’t...

Three Men On Tour: 10

For such a sleepy idyll, the Cotswolds is an unlikely scene for war and bloody conflict. Yet, in the 17th century it was the battleground for much of the English Civil War. No one...

A Sleeping Dragon

Picture a clearing. Picture a small moment of sunlight in the forest, light slanting down through the trees. Picutre a swamp, surrounded by bushes, where crickets chirp and flies buzz. It smells of swamp....

Three Men On Tour: 9

The next three days passed in somewhat of a blur. Alicia was acting oddly. I kept on finding her looking at hotels online for instance. When I asked her if she was hoping for...