Story 28 – Ghostpuncher III: The Fatal Punch of Death

It wasn’t my first time in a wine bar, but I’d not been in one this posh before. I’ll be honest, I felt out of place. When you’re over six foot tall and muscled from years of solid labour, skin browned and weathered because you spend almost every day working outside, in a room fullContinue reading “Story 28 – Ghostpuncher III: The Fatal Punch of Death”

Story 27 – Eviction

Number 19, Avon Close had been the home of Georgina Fields for sixty three years. She had moved there with her new husband, Frederick, in the summer of 1957. They had raised two boys, mostly fine young men, who had gone on to marry and live in towns hours away. Georgie, as her friends calledContinue reading “Story 27 – Eviction”

Story 23 – The Department of Post-Life Affairs

Nick felt as though he had been stood in the queue forever. He couldn’t remember why he was in the queue or how he had even joined it. He did have a strong urge to remain in it though, like there was something important at the end of it. He was surrounded by people ofContinue reading “Story 23 – The Department of Post-Life Affairs”

Story 15 – 200 Yards

“Me hands are shaking, Pikey.” Richard Pike gave Sam a thin smile “You’d be a fool if you weren’t a bit scared, Stones.” Sam tried to smile back, but his panicked eyes gave away the fact that his nerve was close to breaking. The constant explosions, the booming of the artillery, the knowledge that theyContinue reading “Story 15 – 200 Yards”

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