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My Dads Cardigan
I remember it well the day I start knitting that cardigan I was in the car on the way up the north to do some Christmas shopping. Now this was…
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The Homeless Persons Christmas
The church bells rang, Peadar began to sing along. “The bells of the Angelus, is calling to pray, in sweet tones announcing the sacred Ave…” “That’s not the right words,”…
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The Christmas Killer
Harold Bumblestock took a deep breath, puffed out his scrawny chest and beamed the broadest smile he could muster. Burridges Department Store had already been open for an hour, and…
Photo by Peggy Marco
The Sweetest Thing
Perry Gilmore was forty-two and lived alone in the Harrington Building beside Central Park. On the afternoon of July 10th, 2017, Perry stood on his balcony and said his final…
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Christmas Time
I recall a time when Christmas arrived. Seven children Two Adults. My parents would take all seven of us into town to see Santa Claus and a Christmas treat. As…
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Artificial Malevolence
B-there! Industries Inc. are located on the famous California State Route 1 — not too far from McDonald’s, the universal glowing signpost of capitalism. You can’t miss the turn. They…
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Hide, They Are Here
Every evening, at precisely the same time, the recording played. Just as the last light drained from the sky and the first stars appeared in the black ink sky, Mabel…
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Blue Eyes
I knew I was going to miss my lift. Susie had warned me that she couldn’t wait around as she had to do the school run this morning. "Totally understandable,"…
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The echo of a soul
I used to design interfaces—clean ones, elegant ones. But I never expected to become one. It started with a question, late one sleepless night in my apartment overlooking the Hudson.…
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The Touch of His Hand
The church smelled of wet coats and cold stone, with a trace of old wood polish lingering in the air. My father’s coffin lay beneath the stained-glass window, which refused…