Monthly Archives: June 2017

NO HIDING PLACE by Marion Twyman

‘Angie, it is you, isn’t it ?’ With those few words, the bottom dropped instantly out of my secure and untroubled world. I turned in response to the voice and the restraining hand on my arm, prepared to deny all … Continue reading

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SAFELY GATHERED IN by MARION TWYMAN

This was probably going to be our last holiday together as a family, before we went our own ways in life. My twin brother Will and I were 18, and would both be starting at Universities in a few weeks, … Continue reading

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COLD CALLER by Marion Twyman

He was a handsome, smartly dressed young man, with a friendly smile. The giveaway was the clipboard. “Good morning madam” he started. “I’m sorry” I interjected “I don’t have dealings with doorstep callers.”

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WHISKY ON THE ROCKS by Marion Twyman

It was a beautiful cut glass tumbler, not the usual petrol station give-away he was used to drinking from. The ice chinked as he raised the glass to the light, and the sun glinted on the amber coloured liquid. He … Continue reading

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THE FORTUNATE FIND by Marion Twyman

The rucksack I found was very non-descript, you couldn’t tell whether the owner was male or female, but inside was just one large bright pink rubber glove, nothing else at all. How very strange. I couldn’t resist trying it on, … Continue reading

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SANTA’S LITTLE HELPER by Marion Twyman

Santa Claus yawned, stretched and had a good scratch, then climbed into bed, where Mrs Claus was already comfortably settled. “Just about ready for the big day again” he said “It has come round quickly this time. I really wonder … Continue reading

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THE WINDOW DRESSER By Marion Twyman

Edward adjusted a sleeve, then stood back to admire the effect. ‘Perfect’ he said to himself. The four mannequins in the group stared silently back at him. ‘Goodnight girls’ he said, as he stepped from the window back into the … Continue reading

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