Monthly Archives: June 2017

CAUGHT IN THE ACT By Marion Twyman

As Tom struggled with the heavy cart full of logs, he saw the three daughters of the house approaching. He stopped and stood still as they passed, and doffed his cap. “Miss Dorothy, Miss Mary, Miss Patience” he said, inclining … Continue reading

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DISCOVERY IN AN AFRICAN CAVE By Marion Twyman

The four tired, dusty and bedraggled archaeologists crawled the ninety metres from the burial chamber, through the chute just 18 centimetres wide, to reach the cave entrance located in the Cradle of Humankind World Heritage site 50 metres Northwest of … Continue reading

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THE ROOM By Marion Twyman

The main bar of the ‘Cavalier’ pub hasn’t changed much since the old former coaching inn was built over two hundred years ago. It’s a long room with a low ceiling, stained brown from all the years of smoke from … Continue reading

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ANOTHER WORLD By Marion Twyman

I used to live in another world, but I’ve been in this one for quite a while now. I’ve forgotten quite a lot about the other one, but I am reminded of parts of it when I see people from … Continue reading

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APRIL FOOL By Marion Twyman

The alarm clock woke George at the usual time, but this morning he groaned loudly as he dragged himself out of bed. It was April I st, All Fools Day, and he knew he would have to endure being made … Continue reading

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BANK HOLIDAY HEATWAVE B Marion Twyman

Sarah arrived at the station to be greeted by the news that her usual fast train had been cancelled. That meant catching the slow one twenty minutes later, where they were inevitably crammed in like sardines. Not the best of … Continue reading

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A Bit of DIY By Marion Twyman

Dolly Parker was looking forward to the weekend. She smiled to herself as she flicked the duster over the already spotless sideboard. She hadn’t seen her sister for several “months, and she wanted to show off her newly decorated front room … Continue reading

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THE REDHEAD By Marion Twyman

Mervyn Behnont was in love. He had been in love now for three days -absolutely hopelessly head-over-heels in love for three whole seemingly endless days, and it hurt so badly. The problem was, he didn’t know her name, or even … Continue reading

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ONE OF A PAIR By Marion Twyman

Betty Johnson was moving. Since her husband Albert had died five years previously, she had rattled around in the big house that had been their family home for over fifly years, in effect only using two or three rooms. Her … Continue reading

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ANOTHER WORLD By Marion Twyman

I used to live in another world, but I’ve been in this one for quite a while now. I’ve forgotten quite a lot about the other one, but I am reminded of parts of it when I see people from … Continue reading

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