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Oct
11
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Lunchtime
Posted by River Falcon on October 11, 2014 at 8:59am

Very soon the sound of the one o’clock chimes could be heard over the town of New Babbage. River knew that James would now be making his way home for lunch and so he headed down into the bar area to wait for him there. He held the folded piece of paper carefully in his paw, sat and waited.

After a while, James arrived; he stepped through the main door of the guesthouse and into the bar area. He quickly confirmed his meal from the...

Oct
11
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The Labour Exchange
Posted by River Falcon on October 11, 2014 at 6:07am

Monday morning arrived and the two friends left the bedsit flat together.

It was the start of the working week for James and time for him to return to the park. However, he wanted to be sure that his small friend was able to find the labour exchange safely. He fully wound the clockwork key and then walked his small friend to the door of a grand-looking building.

As he departed from the labour exchange, he pressed something into...

Oct
11
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Back Home
Posted by River Falcon on October 11, 2014 at 4:40am

The route home was certainly quieter and more sombre than their earlier journey into town. The two friends sat together on the tram, deep in thought, wondering what the future might hold for both of them.

By the time that the evening finally arrived, James and River were sitting together on a sofa in front of a coal fire, back in the in the rooftop bedsit home. They sat together and stared into the dancing flames, thinking deeply about...

Oct
10
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St. Mary's Church
Posted by River Falcon on October 10, 2014 at 7:48am

The two companions stood outside the boarded-up shop of Mr. McKenzie and they gazed once more at the yellowed notice.

 

“Let’s return to my room,” suggested James, “We can talk more when we get back.”

 

River Falcon nodded quietly but he was reluctant to leave.

 

“Just one thing,” River asked softly, “Can we visit St. Mary’s before we leave?”

 

James looked down at...

Oct
10
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Fever
Posted by Quentin Fumes on October 10, 2014 at 5:38am

Haven't been too well.  Sitting in my hotel room, shivering.  Can't stop thinking about that woman.  What does she want?  Why hasn't she come to me?  I'm not in control and I don't like it.

If she comes again, I'm going to tie her up and make her talk.  Make her tell me what she wants.  Maybe I'll kill her.  She smells of something spicy.  Her eyes are like dark alleys.  Maybe there's...

Oct
9
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Holiday's End
Posted by Garnet Psaltery on October 9, 2014 at 5:29am

Angela and little Erlina snoozed in a corner of the railway carriage as we returned to New Babbage.  We'd had a lovely holiday out in the country, being pampered in a small hotel.  Fresh air, which made us giddy, miles of green landscape, picnics by clear bubbling streams, excellent dinners and quiet entertainment.

The city wrapped us round in an evening fog as we pulled into the station.  The young mother and child...