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“It’s always the same to begin with,” I said. “I’m on the beach. The sand is hot, the sun is bearing down. It makes the sand look white, like snow.”

They were his creation and he cared for them like a father should.

He sat on the bench. Their bench. And watched the birds. And remembered.

Mr. and Mrs. Whitaker next door were targeted the following weekend...

Truda paused at the gate and tried to calm her racing heart.

Ideas. That was what it was all about and all it was about

You have to play the cards you're dealt

Her notes were played as the light dance steps of lovers...

It was then, as he was just about to bring his hands flutteringly down, that the most extraordinary smell assailed my nostrils

They said I sat on the bottom like an astronaut floating in space...

It being the last Thursday of the month, the greatest witch in Ireland had gone to the hairdressers and would not return for another hour

The Neanderthal’s dog had been barking all day.