Category Archives: Short Story

At the River Kwai

One-way Ticket Gracefully, a smiling, blue-shirted employee of the Royal Thai State Railway proffered a ticket over the counter. Victor Offord, gruff and unshaven, snatched it back through the semicircular hole in the Perspex that separated the two of them. … Continue reading

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O’Keefe’s Dog Day

The company man’s GRV Corp. tie clip clanked against the smoked window of his car, a  company car, as he stooped to unlock the door. He’d had the electronic key disabled after successfully copying the signal into his own home-made … Continue reading

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The Fate of Ivan Bidditch

For no other reason than a profound taste for the absurd, Ivan Bidditch liked to trace back the important events in his life and discover the preposterous coincidences on which they depended. At twelve … At eighteen, he landed his … Continue reading

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The Collector

Ting, ting. The horizontal man twitched at the first ring and jumped up at the second; his naked feet stood snugly where his body had just lain, on a hand-woven carpet: Konya, Turkey, 1963. Carpets were still cheap in ’63, … Continue reading

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