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Patient. A short story written by Victoria Battman

 The Ambulance waited patiently, calm without complaint. Funny to think of an object with no human characteristics to think and have feelings, but this object, Ambulance had more than just feelings, it had a soul. Well several souls really. All the lives lost, loved, gone all in that small box. The fast actions of the paramedics, the speed of the Ambulance dashing through the streets, racing against time and against the traffic to get to the big bright city hospital where life can be saved. But sometimes souls don’t move forward. Sometimes they stick, stick to the last thing, the feel, see, touch. Ambulance had lots of this, lost, stuck souls, clinging to its shell. The little old man who fell in Waitrose and banged his head he never made it to the hospital he just sits in the corner, the young boy who was knocked off his bike just floats up by the lights, the woman who while out on her lunch break on a windy day was hit on the head by falling masonry from a gust of wind, she comes...
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The robbery. The challenge for June, by Charles Roberts

          “Well that went better than expected.   We have the money and we are well on our way to disappearing.”           “Don’t you think that they’ll be waiting at the airport for us?”           “If they are then they are going to be very disappointed because we are not going to any airport.   Put this on.”           “What is it?”           “It’s a parachute silly, what did you think it was?”           “You mean that we are going to jump out of a perfectly serviceable plane and fall to the ground with these things.”           “I do!   Now put it on and stop being so awkward.   Have I let you down once since we started this?”   ...
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The accused A short story by Charles Roberts

            “Go in and take a seat.”   The Inspector said holding the door open.           “Thank you, what’s this all about?”   Dave asked entering the room and going over to a chair at the far side of a metal topped table which took up the centre of the room.   He looked round and saw that it had four chairs and that was the only furniture in the room.   There were two microphones mounted at the end of the table from the door and a large mirror on the wall at the end of the room nearest the microphones.           “I’d like to ask a few questions about your where-about this evening.”   The Inspector said following him into the room and pulling a chair out from under the nearside of the table           “Right!   Easy enough to answer, but why?”   Dave said sittin...
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A Letter from Europe by Mongolita

It was a sunny and warm day so I took my baby girl for a stroll down to Parque Palermo in Buenos Aires. Normally we would stay for a couple of hours feeding the ducks and meandering in the woods. When I suddenly saw the change of that blue sky turning into a menacing grey cloud which definitely meant heavy rain. We hurried home, I knew this humid sub tropical rain as we often referred to ‘the Monsoon from the Amazonia', could easily soak us right through in seconds. I once experienced being soaked by this kind of rain, and after it stopped the dampness of your clothes turned into steem, a sticky and uncomfortable experience that I didn't want to encounter again. We had just missed the rain and as I walked into the foyer of the Hotel Rich in Buenos Aires, pushing my baby girl in the pram, Ester from reception called out: “Hey Maria Elena there's correspondence for you” waving the envelope. “Ah thanks” I approach the desk and saw a letter with a foreign stamp on it, ...
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