• Outrage! Outrage!

      by Frank Roger


           It was only nine o' clock in the morning and I had already survived a bomb attack and a suicide squad action. This was one of those days. Here at the office at least you somehow felt in relative safety. As usual Hilda was already present, busy pushing stacks of paperwork about, a frown of intense concentration on her forehead. No doubt she had been here for an hour or so, totally absorbed in her tasks of really tremendous importance.

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    • Plastic House

      by Collin James


      I learned how to drive

      in its soft corners,

      smoked cigarettes

      on the cracked wooden stairs.

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